Blinding lights || Manthony

1. christain Anthony

Your Stereotypical blonde surfer boy
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Breathe, just breathe.

My left arm is aching as I hang on to my surfer board standing on the small stage provided from the lil nippers life saving watch tower. I take in a deep breathe before my eyes search the large crowd for Jesse.

He is standing at the back of the crowd chatting with two other guys. He quickly notices and gives me the thumbs up, hoping maybe it would help me calm down.

Nausea was beginning to hit me like a waves against the shore- funny I'm saying that since I'm practically watching the waves crash against shore just waiting for the mayor of our small local community to tell us who has one the annual surfing competition.

My free hand turns into a fist as my nails rapidly dig into my palm. A small technique I've learnt over the years to help cope with my pre panic attacks.

This was the last thing I need at the moment, the horrific memory of last year's wipe out during the rip curl I had entered into had been on repeat all day. Even a year after it I still get shit by a few people here and there. But there was no way this year I was going to do something to regret.

I take in another deep breath, waiting impatiently for Mayor Parson's long speech to be over. Addison - one of my 3 competitors looked over at me giving me a weak smile to make sure I was okay. I nod a smile back her away.

Addison stands closer to me grabbing my hand in Hers. "It's okay bud, just breathe." She whispered lightly in my ear. 'Thanks' I mumble back.

I look back up at the Mayor as she grabs the small brozen trophy, passing it her assistant to hold whilst she reads that result.

"In third place with 156 points in total is Jason Riple." The crowd cheers Jason as he walks over with a smug look on his face. Jason take the trophy in his hands as the crowd cheers lightly. Everyone was already use to Jason winning awards, it didn't really matter if he came first second or third, he always had a smug look looming over him.

The mayor passes a silver trophy over to her assistant before reading out the second place results which happened to be Addison with 230 points.

And now it was time for the last, my stomach was doing back flips and the nausea was becoming worst. My breathe was becoming heavier.

Oh god.

Not only if I use the comp, I lose the bet. And to be honest with you, I don't really have that kinda cash I give jesse.

Addison came back, holding my hand tighter as the mayor read out the last results.

"And now," she spoke into the microphone, forming a smile on her thin lips. "The winner with a shocking 300 points is..." she paused for a slight second. A second in this case felt like forever. "Christian Anthony."

The nausea in my stomach dropped and the crowd became loud as I collect the small tiny golden trophy. I look towards the back of the crowd and spot Jesse face palming himself. I let out a small chuckle before stepping back to grab my board.

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"Wassup basic blonde surfer boy bitch." Jesse spat as he handed me my cash from our little bet.

Jesse has been my friend since kindergarten, and he had always stuck by my side since. Even throughout our potty little arguments.

"Homeboy, come met my other homeboys." He dragging me over to the two boys he had been talking to before. "You remember how ever summer holidays mum use to send me up at to cairns to visit my cousin Delilah. Well theses are my homeboys from cairns. Clinton and Mitchel Cave. And my guys this Your Stereotypical blonde surfer boy Christian, but you can call him kras."

"Sup." Clinton said shaking my hand. "Good job out on te waves, might have to teach Mitty to be surfer." The older boy chuckled.

"The furtherest I'm going into the ocean waist deep and not a step more. I ain't planning on getting my ass killed by a shark." Mitchel spat as he took a step back.

"Don't worry, I'm sure jesse told you about the time he almost drowned in waist deep water." I chuckle as Jesse punches me in the arm.

"Let's get you home so you can flex on us with your tiny ass trophy shelf." Jesse mumbled as we walked towards his car.

"At least I have on," I retort back earning a few chuckles from the cave brothers.

"Oh keep your fat mouth shut before I smoke in ya mums room again." Jesse threatened.

I wouldn't be joking now, last time I pissed Jesse he smoked a whole bag of weed in my mums room, letting me take the blame.

"Yeah nah, I'm not taking the chances I reply back, placing my board on the roof of his car.