2.

The whistle sounds again, sharp and shrill, and Edward frowns.

That was a bit more urgent.

He's past the breakers, so he turns and sits up on his board, scanning the shoreline.

He squints a little against the sun in his eyes, despite the darkening clouds rolling in.

Shielding his eyes with his hand, he sees the new lifeguard sprinting toward the water, buoy in hand, whistle blowing.

"Shit," he curses, turning to scan the water around him.

He'd been so caught up in being a prick to her, and picking a good wave that he'd been ignoring his surroundings.