Sand, Summer and Surf

"Guess what, Rach? They're here." Spencer says in an agitated tone. Rachel's eyes widen, and she scowls.

"Well, they sure came early." She mutters.

"Oh my god, seriously guys! Who is they?!" I ask, annoyed.

"Them." He nods towards a Jeep that has just pulled up by the sand, and my eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

Well yours would too, if five Greek-gods climbed out.

My eyes scan each of them slightly. They can't be much older than us, except they're really tall. Like probably Spencer's height. And they seem well fit too, with obviously toned bodies underneath tank tops or t-shirts.

With the way Spencer and Rachel scarcely described them, I would have thought them to have been pierced thugs or something.

What I don't understand is how just because they're here, I can't go surfing.

But one in particular catches my eye. He's got slightly long tousled blond hair that he runs his hand through, with the most mesmerising grey eyes I've ever seen.

"Okay, and who's them?" I ask for what feels like the millionth time, raising an eyebrow at Spencer and Rach. As if sensing our presence, the blond one's gaze lands on us, before his eyes lock on mine with such intensity that it makes me want to dig out Cass's plants and bury myself.

"The Rider Boys."

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When Logan Dallas stays the summer at her family's old beach house, the only thing she wanted to focus on was relaxing and catching some waves.

Too bad life doesn't always go the way we want it to.

When she comes across the incredibly arrogant 'badass' of the town, she thinks that her happy summer mood might have just been dulled a little.

Throw in a dickhead of an ex, some awesome waves, a complicated past, and various circumstances without wearing pants, she may or may not end up having the best summer ever.