That Summer

Four

Chapter Four ~ "Currents and Drowning"

•Kade Westin•

After an exhaustingly long boring day, in which I was forced to listen to my two bestfriends whine for the whole trip, got challenged by a pint-sized blonde girl, and nearly crashed my car in the process, all I wanted was a bit of sleep. But apparently, that was too much to ask.

The guys and I, being the lazy people we were, had crashed on the living room couches and dumped the bags on the rug. (or it could have been a hardwood floor or a frickin bed of nails, but I was too damn sleepy to give a damn.)

As we flung our bags on the ground, Kyle said, enthusiastically, "That was some epic driving, man."

"Epic or not epic, what the hell was wrong with you? We could have been killed!" Derek reprimanded. "You almost crashed the car!"

"Oh stop being such a scaredy-cat! There was just some annoying girl who was trying to get ahead of us, and I was just teaching her a . . . let's say, lesson." I smirked, evilly.

"If anyone was teaching someone a lesson, it was that little girl. She nearly overtook you!" Derek scoffed.

Kyle fist-bumped Derek.

"Oh, shut up," I said, keeping my face devoid of any emotion.

However, it did get to me. That petite blonde had mad driving skills that would make most boys in our old school so damn jealous. Of course, she could never actually beat me, Kade Westin, champion of the car tracks. But it still haunted and bugged me, as to how a girl could ever even learn to drive like that.

"Awww, is someone getting a little cranky cuz a girl beat him?" Derek teased.

"Fuck off, bro." I grumbled. "For God's sake, let me get a little shut eye."

"Okay, okay. Hopefully your PMS will be cured by morning." Derek muttered, quite audibly.

Giving him the finger, I flipped the lights off.

However, our peacful bliss was interrupted with a blinding set of lights, and two high-pitched shrieks, which would give dolphins a run (or swim?) for their money. I jumped ten feet off the couch and groggily rubbed my eyes open. My jaw dropped at the sight of two girls - one ginger and one blonde - holding duffels twice their size.

Hearing the screams of the two girls in the living room, another normal-sized boy rushed into the living room and exclaimed, "What happen-"

He cut off in the middle of the sentence, when his hot searing gaze landed on us. "Who the hell are you guys?" he snapped.

Clearly, we weren't the only ones who'd booked the damn villa.

"I should be asking you the same thing." I responded, calmly.

"Well, he asked you first!" The blonde one said, rather childishly.

On first glance, she was only slight pretty, her golden blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders. She had pink streaks in her hair, which honestly I didn't like at all. The only sort of nice thing about her features was her eyes. They were a deep indigo blue, which was quite rare - atleast I hadn't seen any eyes like that before. And, though her face looked flawless, I knew it was probably caked with tonnes of makeup.

I gave her a pointed look. "Little girl, are we really going to play that game?" I drawled, as Kyle chuckled.

"My name is not Little girl, it's Quinn!" she said, indignantly, shooting daggers at me. "I'd appreciate it if you'd respect that."