The Promise We Made

Chapter Five// He Is As Hot As My Curling Iron

The picture above is of the lovely Drew Smith

Once Drew and that chick beside him approached us, Drew dropped his surfboard and towel in the sand, ran up to me, and said, "Oh my god."

The large smile on his face was sacred but the smile on the chick's face instantly faded when all of a sudden, I was wrapped in Drew's arms.

I really don't don't know how I ended up smothered in this dude's broad shoulders. He was warm and gentle, but the hug felt so wrong. I don't know if it was because his girlfriend is standing right behind us with a disgusted look on her face or the fact that I barely remember this hunk.

A rush of wind flew through my hair which sent shivers down my spine even though it's probably almost one-hundred degrees out here.

Drew's head was buried in my shoulder and was hugging me like if he let go I'd disappear or something. All of a sudden, I hear his breath hitch in his throat and began to sniffle. Okay, now this is awkward.

Is he crying? Why?

After a couple more seconds of awkward intimacy, he finally let me go.

There were tears running down his cheeks as he looked me in the eyes. Drew quickly wiped them away and smiled. It was then I had realized that he is probably as hot as my curling iron. Messy, dark chesnut hair much like Liam's but, it looks like it has lighter brown highlights probably because of the sun. His smile was bright and shaped his face perfectly. He has dreamy blue eyes that I could stare at for hours.

Then, his face got serious and looked deep into my eyes.

"I don't think anyone understands how happy I am to finally see my girl again."

My girl? He's talking about me?

I throw him a genuine smile as he gets up and heads over to talk to Jordan.

"Aw now isn't that sweet. I expected you two to run up into each other's arms though, but I guess not." Naomi says. Her face turns cold when the chick that tagged along with Drew makes a loud noise when she clears her throat. She flips her curly blond hair, flashes Naomi and I a fake smile, and walks over to where Drew and Jordan are fixing their towels in the sand.

"She's a bitch." Naomi flicks her off she walks away. She lays on her towel.

"What's your problem with her?" I ask and lay on my towel beside her.

"Don't even get me started." She sighs.

"Tell me later?"

"Sure."

I glance over at Drew. He's sitting on his surfboard in the sand and texting someone on his phone. His eyebrows are creased and there's confusion on his face as he stares at the small screen in front of him. Jordan is talking to the "bitch". Her windswept hair flowing in the wind. She's already stripped off her clothes and is in her two piece bathing suit, showing off her gentle curves and tan skin. She's pretty, yes, but that attitude is something else.

"So can I at least know what his girlfriend's name is?"

Naomi sighs, "She's not his girlfriend, she's just a hoe that follows him around."

"What?"

She sits up on her elbows, "She likes him, he doesn't like her. At least that's what he tells us."

"What are you getting at?"

"She tutors him in math because he doesn't want to go to summer school. So she's usually at his house every Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. How do I know that? You may ask. I'm usually at his house those days because he doesn't want to be left alone with her. I guess you could say I was thrid wheeling, but really I wasn't-"