Chapter two.

I had decided, I could quite easily like it here. California, sun, sea, sand? That would do me nicely.

I had gotten ready and begun walking down the beach with Layla, she had seemed so interested in this guy, I couldn't have turned her away even if I had wanted to, which I wasn't too bothered about, a day on the beach was just what the doctor ordered.

I hadn't seen Layla so hung on a guy before, I just wished he would be everything she was saying he was. I mean all her ex's had been complete jerk-wad's and I didn't want to see her try through another doomed relationship, but there was nothing I could do about her falling for asshole's so all I could do was sit back and be supportive.

"..and he is number 2 surfer around here. He just so.." she continued on for a moment before I cut in.

"So wait, who's number one junior?" I wasn't just humouring her, I was actually curious to know. I liked surfing, always had since I was a small child and would sit on the beach watching my dad, he was brilliant.

"Uh, his names Bradin Westerly, nice guy." She spoke, but I knew she just wanted to talk about this Bryce guy. The way she was talking about him, he seemed like he must have been a beach god, amazing guy, but I had my doubts. She always had been bad at choosing her guys, and when I was around, usually I was the one to introduce them to one another.

Its not as though I didn't want her getting involved with someone again, I just didn't her getting hurt again. It was something that seemed to happen over and over again, but this time I would be here to help, instead of jetting off around the world.

"Here should do" She spoke as we arrived just beside a large rock, and there was a smoothie bar just up the beach a little. This did seem like the perfect area to lie back and tan a little. I had brought my board just for fun, for a little surf when Layla was set with this guy, and my suit, so I had less chance of getting hurt.

I stopped, dropped my things, lay a towel down and stripped down into my bikini. I loved the feeling of sand blowing off my legs and the sun rays hitting my back with a light breeze, another thing my father and I had in common.

"That's him" She spoke, and pointed to a guy who was taller than I was, which wasn't hard to achieve at 5 foot 2. I nodded at her, she knew I wouldn't start my wicked plans until I got a smoothie, so I began my short walk to the smoothie bar.

I loved the feeling of sand so hot it was almost burning my feet, and as I looked back to throw a reassuring smile her way I walked right into someone, with cold smoothies running down my front.

I looked up at him, he wasn't much taller than me, and it was kinda better that way, easier to kick his sorry ass.

"I am so sorry, I never saw you, swear" He spoke, he had blonde hair, with brown streaks, and no matter how good looking he was, he was certainly about to pay for his mistake.

"Great, just fantastic, you do realise I was about to commit a massive crime against the female race, and now it is officially delayed as I have to wash off in the ocean, great, thanks, just what I needed.." I spoke, but then realised my speech wouldn't finish itself like it usually did because I found myself looking at his eyes. They were certainly something to look at.

And he did look sorry.

"I'm Bradin" He spoke and held out his hand as he smiled, but personally I didn't find anything worth smiling at out of this conversation. "And crime?" He spoke, looking a little less confident, a little more worried.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud, he must think I was I nutter.

"Uh, yeah, My friend likes this guy and I have to accidentally on purpose make them meet." I smiled back and just at that I heard Layla, out of no where.

"Bradin, hey. Ooh you're in trouble!" She laughed and ran on to the bar. I have to say the way he looked at her was rather amusing, like he didn't know what on earth she was talking about, but she and I both knew that she was talking about me. And yeah, usually I would have freaked, but this guy was kind of cute, and I did promise my dad I would attempt at making new friends. I knew that she had a master plan up her own sleeve, but she knew it was likely never to work, whatever it was.

"Let me walk you to the water? Least I can do?" He said, slapping on a smile to his already overly confident, overly cute face. It was a little strange that he could come back to confident and outgoing from being heavily confused by Layla.

"Fine." I spoke, most people would think I was in a pretend mood with him to make him pine for me more, but I was actually in a mood, this was not the kind of thing I looked forward to. It was the way people thought about me, they thought I was out to tease all the guys, but that's not me in the slightest, I do take offence and mood swings easy, maybe a little too easy but sue me. What can I do?

"So, what friend?" He spoke, looking at me with his hands in his shorts pockets.

"You just saw her running up there, Lay" I smiled as a look of recognition clocked onto his face. "We've been friends for years, and I just moved back" I said smiling along with him as we walked beside one another.

After a small while of small talk about nothing in particular we reached the water and I continued to walk in.

"Oh, I should run, guys will be waiting. I never did catch your name?" He spoke, and I noticed either he had a nervous reaction to nearly everything or he had a very bad habit of licking his lips and biting his bottom lip, left side.

"Hm, well, maybe if you ever see me again, you can ask again and find out" I said laughing softly to myself as I ran off to the ocean. I liked this part, the part that no matter where you were on this beach, you would always have somewhere to disappear to.

And just as I was washing the smoothie off me, I realised him talking to Bryce. And the light bulb turned on, his name was Bradin Westerly. Duh.