Wow, I am so sorry for not updating for so long. The past year has been very hard. My aunt died, my family lost their house, I graduated, broke up with my fiance, got a new job, and my grandmother recently died. I really appreciate the support and am so happy that I have almost 10,000 views on this story. So thank you, all of you. It means a lot. I will definitely update more often and finish this story for you guys. Any feedback, please please let me know.

Spencer's POV

The horn sounds off and all of us surfers start running towards the ocean. I jump and land on my board in the water and start paddling hard. I make my way over to my spot and wait for a good wave. Watching the competition, I notice that some surfers have followed me over, hoping to copy me. Other surfers have settled in over by the pier. Idiots. They'll just crash into the wharf.

I look around and see Carmen. She is riding out a eight footer, and damn it, she is doing pretty well. Shit. Time to get down to business. I notice a good nine foot wave making its way towards me and I paddle hard to get ready to ride it. After a few seconds, the wave hits the back of my surfboard and I stand.

This feeling, theres no right way to describe it. Time slows down and all my worries leave my mind. Its just me, my board, and the wave. I feel like I am on top of the world. Nothing can match this feeling. This is why I surf, for this moment right here.

Knowing I don't have too much time left, I do a few cutbacks and fakies, and carve my way through surfers. I do a 180 and float across the top of the wave. I end my combo by doing a fire hydrant, one of mine and usually the judges' favorite moves.

The horn sounds again, signaling the end of the first heat. I paddle back to the beach and Glen, Chelsea, and Aiden enthusiastically greet me. I can't help but grin; their smiles are infectious. We settle down and impatiently wait for the judges to announce their scores. The most possible points in each heat is ten points. Most of the other surfers got six or sevens, while a few managed to get eights. When the judges say Carmen's name, I tense up. I know she is my biggest competition and she knows I'm hers. She ends up getting a nine and I curse. She looks over at me and wickedly smiles. I turn away and wait for my score.

"Spencer Carlin..." I hold my breath.

"...9.3!" I'm engulfed in hugs from my friends. As they celebrate and slap my back, I can't help but look around for Ashley, to see what her reaction is.

Ashley's POV

My band and I take a break when the first heat starts. I run over to the beach and anxiously watch Spencer. That protective feeling I always had whenever we were together starts creeping up. I can't help it; I'm worried she'll get hurt. I notice that Carmen is in the competition and I'm kind of pissed. Its no secret she tries to give Spencer a hard time whenever she has the chance. One time, she finally pushed Spencer too far and they got into a big fight that cost them both their eligibility in that tournament. Aiden had broke the news to me that Spencer was in the hospital for a fractured hand and a broken cheek bone. I sent flowers, but me being a coward, didn't leave any clue as to who the flowers were from. I'm sure she knew though. I couldn't help but remember the old days when we were together and even before that when we were just friends. Spencer always had a short temper and sometimes had a hard time keeping her anger in check. There were several times where she had sprained her wrists and hands, and even a couple times fratcuring a hand. Her favorite thing to hit was always walls. That fight with Carmen reminded of those times

When Spencer pulled off those incredible tricks, pride filled my heart. She was inspiring me. She was so talented at this sport and I know she deserves to win. And if she does, then maybe she'll be in a good enough mood to agree to talk to me...