Yes. Two chapters in one day. Go. Me. It's currently 12:30 AM my time and tomorrow is my last day of school so I'll probably forget to update. Sorry if I do. (I probably won't because I'm forever alone haha)

A tinge of regret washed through Heath as he took off down the beach, following the foot prints in the sand that he knew belonged to Fly. He should give her space. If she wanted to work things out, she would have tried. Then again—she'd had several years' worth of space.

But still. He had sent tons of e-mails he had drafted even more. Not one had been returned and he'd be willing to bet she didn't read a single one. Knowing her, she would find it too tempting. She would just, in a moment of anger, delete it permanently. She knew how kind and forgiving she was, he knew it, too.

He pushed himself a little harder until he finally saw her in the distance, her tangled blond ponytail bouncing behind her. And in that moment Heath promised that this would be his last attempt to make amends.

"Why are you following me, Heath?" She asked flatly when he finally caught up and fell into step next to her. She kept her gaze straight ahead and refused to look at him. Not even a twitch of her eyes in his direction.

"Because I want to sort things about between us," he huffed. "You're not gonna go psycho on me like last time, are you?" Same old Heath. Always trying to lighten the situation by turning it into a joke. Maybe he hadn't changed as much as Fly had originally thought.

"I'm not fifteen anymore, Heath," she told him, her voice just as cold and uncaring as it had been. "I don't care what you do."

"Ah, but you did ask me why I was following you," he pointed out. "So somewhere deep down in that little heart of yours, you do care."

"Like you cared when you sent that e-mail? Detailing your newest handbag for me?"

Ouch. Heath's jaw worked as he tried to find words that wouldn't insult her further. "It was a stupid mistake. Years ago. I wasn't thinking."

"That's obvious."

"You can't hold it against me forever, Fly," he started, getting angry himself. "We never said we were dating exclusively—and I thought you were my best friend."

She stopped running suddenly and finally looked at him. Her eyes were red, like she'd lost some sleep herself. But the anger, the pure fury in her eyes is what set his veins on fire. "You think I don't know that?" she yelled. "You think I wasn't beating myself up for months wondering why—" She stopped to take a breath to calm herself, probably realizing that it was about 5:30 in the morning and people were still sleeping. "Wondering why I never told you back then what I wanted? That I wanted to be your girlfriend—your only girlfriend?"

"I never said you didn't," he ground out.

"I was too afraid to say it," she let out a humorless laugh and threw her hands in the air. "Whatever stupid reason I had then is a mystery to me now."

"Fly—"

"Now's not the time," she interrupted him, checking her watch. "We have to get back to the house for training." And she took off, sprinting back to the house.

They were both angry with one another. Talking it out was pointless right now; they'd only end up arguing in circle. Heath didn't bother to try and catch up.

"Alright, so this is how it's gonna work," Bec began as soon as everyone was situated on the beach. They were split up into two groups—the mentors and the kids. "You guys will get to pick one of us to mentor you for the day—but don't worry if you don't get the person you want today. Tomorrow's another day."

Heath yawned. He was running on maybe two or three hours of sleep and had just run at least a kilometer easily. This was not going to be fun. He made a mental note to sleep more that night, whether sleeping pills were involved or not was still up in the air.

"Alright, Grayson, you're in the lead for points, so you pick first," Bec decided.

"Well, that's easy," he scoffed. "I pick Edge." Edge nodded, grabbed his board, and then followed the kid down the beach a ways.

"Next is Shelly."

"Matt," she replied quickly.

Matt's eyebrows shot up, but he stood up and followed the girl away.

"Jason?"

"Well," a dark haired boy started slowly, taking in the older group. "Not much good to pick from."

"Just pick or you'll be stuck with me."

"Oh, please, no," he muttered, taking another glance over. "I'll go with Pretty Perri."

She smiled and helped him off the sand. "Your funeral," she grinned, causing him to moan.

"Damian, your pick?"

Another boy, this one muscular, like Edge had been, but with short black hair stood up. "Fly," he said, handing Fly her board.

"Next is Kacy." Bec looked down at the girl.

"I want you, Bec."

"Alright," Bec stood. "That means Steph—you're with Heath."

He looked over at a tiny blonde girl that reminded him oddly of Fly. She had on a huge grin as she held both his and her boards in her arms.

"What are you so excited about?" he asked jokingly. "It's 6:30 in the morning and you have me for a mentor today."

"That's why I'm excited," she told him as they found their own bare section of beach.

Heath hadn't given much thought to a training schedule. He couldn't let this girl down. Heath thought back to the day before when Bec had briefly pointed out each of the kids. What had she said about Steph? That she had confidence issues? Yeah.

"Oh?" he said finally. "And why does that excite you?"

Her smile faltered and then fell into a thoughtful frown. She looked out to the sunrise, a finger on her lip. "I dunno, really."

"Alright, so where to start," he muttered. "What are you exceptionally bad at?" She hesitated. Yup. Confidence issues, alright. "It's okay. You don't need to be embarrassed or anything—guaranteed whatever problems you have, one of us is bound to have had the same issue."

"Well," she began in a mumble. "Bec says I surf like a cheerleader sometimes."

"What?"

"She says that I start off strong, but 'titter off' is I think how she described it."

"Okay," he sighed, looking out to the waves. "Let's give it a go then. We'll start out in the water since everyone else is on the beach."

"Right."