“I don’t wanna be here,” I said, for the eighth time.
“Mason Walker, if you don’t shut up, I’ll eat you,” Courtney threatened from the driver’s seat.
“That’s called cannibalism, and it’s looked down upon by most Americans.”
“Most, but not all,” Brooke said.
“Can I leave yet?”
Amy slapped me upside the head. “You’re going to have fun and you’re going to like it.”
“I’m not having fun yet.”
“That’s because you’re trying not to. Stop being a Mason for like five minutes and lighten up,” she said.
“Stop being Mason?”
“You’re being a pessimist.”
I sighed. “Whoo, let’s go to the fucking beach!”
I rolled my eyes.
“Lunch?” Courtney asked, pulling into Subway.
“See, we even stopped at your favorite fast food restaurant,” Brooke said, with a bright smile. “We’re trying to make this fun for you. Give us a little, k?”
“I said whoo, what more do you want?”
Courtney took our orders and went inside to order.
“Mason, I think your cell phone is going off,” Amy said, raising her eyebrows at me.
“The seat is vibrating.” She wiggled her eyes and I rolled my eyes and grabbed my phone out of my bag.
“Hello?” I asked, without looking to see who it was.
“Hey Mason, it’s Charles.”
“Oh, hey Mr. Baker.”
Amy and Brooke both leaned in a little closer, and I leaned away.
“I thought about your proposition.”
“Proposition?” Amy mouthed.
“And I’ve decided to go with it.”
“Really?” I asked, a smile spreading across my face. “Thanks Mr. Baker!”
“Just be careful with her alright?”
“Yeah, totally. Can we do it next weekend?”
“You’ll have to ask Zoe that.”
“But you wouldn’t be opposed to it?”
“Not a problem with me.”
“Thank you sir.”
He hung up and I sighed. Apparently people don’t say goodbye anymore?
“What was that about?” Brooke asked, excitedly.
“I think Zoe’s going to come spend next weekend with me.”
“Aw,” Amy said, shoving me. “You asked her dad for permission? That’s so cute!”
“You’re just the perfect boyfriend aren’t you?” Brooke asked, pinching my cheek.
“Hands off the merchandise,” I said, slapping her hand away.
“Now he’s blushing,” Amy cooed.
“See? This is why I don’t do things with you guys,” I muttered.
“Mason, get in the water,” Amy ordered, her hands on her hips.
“No thanks,” I said, with my eyes closed. I was lying out on a beach towel, tanning.
“I’m perfectly happy right here.”
“You’ve been lying there for at least two and a half hours.”
“And I’m tanner.”
“Hey Amy,” Brooke’s voice called.
I lazily looked up to see Courtney trying to surf on a surfboard, and crashing.
“What are you guys doing?” I asked, looking at Amy.
“Surfing? We told you we rented a surfboard.”
I stood up and took off my sunglasses. I went over to Courtney and took the surfboard from her. “You guys are an abomination to all surfboards everywhere.”
“What are you talking about?” Courtney asked, raising her eyebrows. “I thought I was doing pretty well.”
“So are you gonna show us how it’s done?” Amy asked, wiggling her eyebrows at me.
“I’m going to confiscate this,” I answered, glaring at them. “Once you learn to surf, then you can have this back.”
“You think you’re Mr. Hotshot?” Brooke asked, raising her eyebrows.
“Think? No babe, I know.”
“Yeah? Well prove it.”
I chuckled. “Alright, I’ll show you how it’s done. Only once though, so pay close attention.”
I went out into the water and surfed a wave. I came back in and handed Amy the surfboard.
“And I’m done.”
“Hey guys,” a girl said, approaching us. She was tall and thin, curves in all the right places. She had blonde hair, wavy from the saltwater. Her bikini was skimpy, but covered what it needed to. She was, beyond a doubt, beautiful. She had three others girls with her, but I barely noticed them.
I looked at Amy, Brooke, and Courtney, who all looked just as confused as I felt.
|Robbie Amell||as Mason Walker|
|Ariana Grande||as Zoe Baker|
|Josie Loren||as Amy|
|Cassie Scerbo||as Brooke|
|Lucy Hale||as Courtney|
|Chelsea Staub||as Kara|