The Heart of the Sea- A supernatural thriller

Ominous Times Part 2

The group of pops either surfed on the raging storm waves or sat around a fire pit warming themselves. Anthony waxed his board while Savannah talked to him about her trip to Seattle coming up this next weekend for her new school clothes. 

The expression on Anthony's face told Talia that he would rather be back on those dangerous waves then listening to the rubbish Savannah prattled on about. Not that Talia thought there was anything rubbish about buying school clothes from Seattle. She would have to talk to her mother about doing something like that before school started. Anthony just didn't seem to be that kind of guy that could listen to a girl talk about something that didn't involve a pigskin and tackling other guys to the ground.

Liam, on the other hand, knew how to make a woman feel listened to even if he didn't care about the subject and had Savannah paying attention to him long enough to let Anthony head back to the shores where waves swallowed up his bulking form. 

Liam didn't talk much while Savannah chatted it up. Just nodded in the right places and told Talia to take a seat next to him and close to the fire.

Except the seat was next to Jason. Talia didn't want to sit next to him if the glares were the only things she was going to get from him all night. Not that she complained about the warmth emanating from him or the electricity the proximity produced. She just didn't want to deal with more things that could ruin this night out.

Talia shimmied onto the edge of the log, extended her palms towards the fire and let the warmth seep through her. She turned her head to the side and gave Jason a lazy grin. Her only attempt to try and get some kind of response back, but his features yielded nothing. Not even a speck of anger.

Talia schooled hers to do the same even if she wanted to give him a vulgar gesture instead. Let the bastard think she didn't care. That's what Andrea would have done with this kind of situation.

"Sorry, we're late. Seattle here needed to change," Liam said as he stabbed a marshmallow onto a metal spear and rotated it over the flames.

Jason's grey eyes pinned her to the spot. The anger surfacing in the rainstorm his grey eyes produced. "You shouldn't be here,"

The chill the size of a storm cloud snaked down her spine. There wasn't a drop of warmth in the words he spoke.

Talia should've stayed home--- should have told Liam that she was exhausted. Because as far as she was concerned the ominous cloud hanging around the group was a warning of something worse to come. And that Jason was at the helm of it.

"I told you I wasn't going to stop coming down here just because you tell me not to," Said Talia as she slipped on her lazy grin.

Screw that ominous cloud. She wouldn't let him run her out of here just because he didn't want to get close to someone.

"Is that why you were talking to Kyle earlier?" Jason snarled. To his credit, he didn't yell, hadn't talked down to her. But it didn't make his protective egotism excusable.

"Keeping tabs on me isn't going to make me back down to you Jason Quill. And for the record that sceezball talked to me first. I tried getting away from him,"

Savannah glanced between them. Her eyes pleading for this argument to come to an end. Talia knew better. That something like this would only come to an end if the truth came out. And Jason's animosity towards her seemed to be sealed up good and tight behind those lips.

"Ness noticed," he said between ground teeth.

"Then why are you bothered by it?"

Jason clenched his jaw. Sand crunched under shoes as people approached the group. They were being loud and no doubt demanded an audience with the way Savannah looked around. She rang the bottom of her shirt until it was tight and her fingers were colorless. Something like feral violence flashed in his eyes and he snarled towards the people behind her.