lorelei.

chapter 4.

After five or six attempts by the teacher throughout the period to get us to quiet down and pay attention, the class finally ended.

Silas had remained silent and didn't bother looking at us. However, he didn't bother looking at the teacher either and was scribbling in a leather-bound journal.

Maybe he's an artist too. Or a poet.

I shook my head. Who cares?

Iris, Levi, and I walked out of the room together, waving bye to everyone and agreeing to reconvene at Remi's at nine o'clock, where we would drive together in his VW to Marina's.

We braced ourselves for the sharp wind as we exited the school and approached Levi's red truck. I called shotgun and climbed into the passenger side beside Levi, Iris scowling in the backseat.

"You snooze, you lose," I said, sticking my tongue out at her.

She rolled her eyes but laughed, "Whatever. Where to?"

We looked at Levi. "The Cove?"

We nodded in agreement. "We'll have to swing by and grab our boards. And you know we'll have to tell Remi we're going."

The Cove was our favorite spot to skate. It was made up of an actual skate park—with a half-pipe, bowl, and railings—that had extensive paved trails surrounding it that Iris and I fancied more for longboarding. It was usually where all the potheads went, and that made it even more entertaining.

"You're right. I'll text him," she said, unlocking her phone and finding Remi's number. He replied almost instantly.

"Yep, he wants us to pick him up." Remi would never pass up on the Cove.

Soon we had all of our boards stacked in the trunk and were on our way to his house, blasting classic rock and singing as off-key as you can imagine.

We pulled up shortly to his house—or should I say mansion—and waited in the driveway. It was a gorgeous three-story modern designed home that we all envied and that was, may I add, the perfect space for parties, especially because Remi's parents were away on business trips so often and all of his siblings were off at college.

Levi honked the horn and we heard a distant "Coming!" from Remi as he slammed the house's front door behind him, his worn skateboard under his arm.

Iris rolled down the window. "Get in Loser, we're going shopping," she yelled, quoting Mean Girls.

"Chill the hell out, Regina," he laughed in reply, climbing into the backseat besides her and putting his board in his lap.

"Ready to shred, dudes?" he asked, attempting to reach up and change the radio station before Levi swatted his hand away.

"Always...and hey, you know the rules, my car, my music," Levi added, smirking into the rear view mirror at him.

I rolled my eyes. Such boys.

After a ten-minute drive through back roads and sketchy areas, we pulled up to the Cove. There were five or six guys loitered around the actual park and a few more getting ready to start their rides at the entrances to the trails.