Chapter one.
Most people think that starting a new school is terrifying, and if not then they say its awkward as hell. But somehow, I didn't think it was anything to worry about at all, I mean, of course this would be my first place that I would be staying in for more than a few weeks, but to hell with it, I had been to places all over the world, and different schools too, so what would one more matter?
My dad is in the National Surfing Circuit, and don't get me wrong, he loves it, and I love it too. He doesn't really mind what I do, because he is always so busy with himself, and I like it that way. But even though he is hardly there, I can surf with him, and I can talk to him whenever I need him. He's great, perfect parent really.
I stood in my new bedroom, it had a balcony, right on the beach, which worked for both of us. It was close by the school, which mattered greatly to my dad, he said I could be anything I wanted to be, after school. The only irritating thing.
Although, it was really near the shops and I had a friend here already, Layla was great, lived here all her life, Volleyball Captain, President of our year in school, and she could surf, although, she much preferred sports which were ground related.
Luckily I could fit right in with sports, Literature and School work, none of that seemed to bother me. Never did, never will.
Walking around my room, it was kinda shabby, but that was just for the moment, nothing in my life was permanent, and it never would be, I was just like my dad, I didn't like the thought of being tied down, and placing myself into a rut.
"Just keep telling yourself that Riley, nothing is permanent" I spoke softly to myself as I dragged my fingers across the small jewellery box sitting on my bedside table.
"Riley! Riley get your ass down here!"
Rolling over in my bed, and looking at the alarm clock sitting staring at me, and seeing the dreading 9:58 blinking at me innocently felt like the most horrible thing in the world.
"Riley don't make me come up there!" he yelled again.
Ok, so my dad was super irritating, did I mention that in the beggining?
"Oh i'm coming you douche!" I screamed back down the stairs as I rolled out of bed and wrapped my dressing robe around me. I hated mornings, totally not a morning person at all. There was absolutely no chance in anyone getting me out of my bed before eight in the morning, school or no school. And luckily, time was on my side, it was only the start of summer and I had all these weeks to get ready for the first moment of the school year.
As I reached the bottom of the stairs I could distinctly smell pancakes, which I knew where the smell was coming from, Layla. She was utterly amazing, and she knew that pancakes was most probably the only thing stopping me turning around and going straight back to bed.
"Morning sunshine" She spoke in a cheery voice, which made me know I was in trouble. I knew that she had something outrageously sweet for us to do today, but until I was actually awake, I didn't give, and I knew that I would be in pain to even consider leaving the house.
"Mm" I grunted back in her general direction.
"Well, its a gorgeous day out, fancy hitting the beach after you've eaten and stuff?" She said, but as I looked up at her to tell her where to go with her wise cracking ideas I saw her smiling, like never before.
"Dad, do me a favour?" I asked him smiling, and he looked at me as though he was scared, I mean sure, I have asked him to do me a favour and let me borrow his baseball bat and then smashed my ex's car with it, but the past is that past? I amn't really a scary person.
"What?" He was asking cautiously, and everyone knew this.
"Get out" I spoke playfully glaring at him, he shrugged his shoulders muttered something to himself that I didn't catch and then left. I knew why she was smiling so bad, there was a guy in her life, she liked someone, and that wasn't something that had happened in a very long time.
"Who is he?" I asked whilst taking a mouthful of pancakes, Layla was pouring me a glass of milk when she looked up at me and smiled sheepishly.
"His names Bryce, he's absolutely adorable." She said and ended with a small giggle that made me want to throw up instantly. If there was something I hated, was lovey-doveyness. I believed in fate and destiny, but I certainly did not believe that you could be cute about it. Made me want to barf.
"Ok, so why do you need me?" I asked, shovelling another load of pancakes into my mouth.
"Because he kind of doesn't know I exist, and if I know you, you would be able to introduce us? You're fearless." She spoke and begun batting her eyelids at me, another thing that irritated the shit out of me.
"Fine, but remember, flattery gets you no where." I smiled as I shovelled more food into my mouth as Layla started laughing.
My dad can't cook, or he won't cook, but either way, Layla was there.