"Bradin Westerly, you listen to me!" Sarah snarled the moment she walked into the door, causing the blonde haired boy to look up quickly from his work, his green eyes piercing through her.

"Hey there to you too, Sarah. I didn't know you could still boss me around like I was your boyfriend." He replied, going back to work without worrying about what Sarah had to say, "I haven't seen you in a while, how've things been?" He monotonously inquired, without gazing up.

"Shutup, who cares? I just need you to do something for me, treat this new girl like shit, Bradin. Treat her like royal shit." Sarah began to leave, concluding there was nothing left to say just as the new girl made her way to the glass door of Jay's Surf Shop. She took a glance at the sign, thought about turning back, and then proceeded to place her hand on the handle and shrug, swinging it open. Sarah's eyes grew wide, automatically knowing she had to hide, "Bradin, don't you dare give my spot away." With that Sarah ducked behind a row of surf boards waiting to be polished and listened to the conversation.

"Hey, Deacon Matthews. I'm new here." She stuck out her hand in an offering to Bradin, who shot a glance in the direction of Sarah and decided to do as she asked. Hey, we may not be dating, but I don't need to be on the wrong side of the popularity pole this summer.

"Hi. I know." Was Bradin's sole remark.

"Oh, well.. should you give me a tour around, or should I just get started on something?"

His only response was a shrug of his shoulders.

"Well fuck." Deacon muttered, sitting down behind the counter, "I guess I'll just fucking sit here." Her back was slightly turned towards Sarah's hiding spot and the door that led to her escape, seeing her chance Sarah stood up and scampered to the door, opening it silently and letting it slam behind her.

"What was that?" Deacon turned hastily in her chair.

"Must've been the wind."

Deacon sighed, rolling her eyes and picking at a nail, "Hell, this is going to be a long summer."

"You can say that a-fucking-gain."

"This is going to be a long summer."

"Well aren't you so damn witty?"

Deacon couldn't help by smile. Yeah, I am.