17. Mason
Chapter 17
Mason
Sophomore Year
I’m not sure what Callie is up to, but she’s been very off today. At first, I thought it was just the busyness of the first day of vacation and trying to make sure everything is done… but now I’m pretty sure she’s up to something.
Cal and her mom ran to the grocery store after her dad and I finished unpacking the car. Emily and her friend, Olivia, helped too. They wanted to hurry and get it done so we could go to the beach. Their words, not mine. I’m standing on the balcony looking out over the water when I hear footsteps behind me.
“Hey Mase, did you want to go to the beach? Olivia and Em won’t stop bothering me so I figured we could go for a bit before dinner.”
I turn to find her standing there leaning up against the door frame. She’s got a red bikini on that I haven’t seen her wear yet. Her long legs are stunning.
Cal clears her throat to get my attention. “Mase, did you hear me?”
“Oh. Uh. Sorry. Yeah.” I reply. “I was wondering if you’d cave. They have been talking about going down to the water since we pulled into the driveway.” I laugh, taking a few steps towards her. “Let me grab my trunks and I’ll walk down there with y’all.”
“Yeah, I kind of figured they would. I’m ready to go so I’ll grab them and meet you out back.” She leans in to kiss my cheek before turning to walk back into the house.
The beach is one of my favorite places to be. The sand is warm between my toes and the view is breathtaking. Not to mention being here with Cal. When you know, you know, right? That’s what I always hear, anyway.
Luckily there aren’t many people at the access spot directly behind the rental house. There are a few people laid out on towels to our left, and a family sitting on a large towel eating to our right. We set our towels down, take off our shoes, and head into the water. It’s a little chilly at first but it’s not so bad.
Emily and Olivia walk straight in, no such things as getting used to it to them, I guess. I’m up to about my knees when I feel the splatter of cold water on my back. I turn in time to see Callie splashing me again, this time getting hit on my chest and face.
“Oh, it’s on Callie Grace!” I yell, running after her throwing water with my feet.
“Mase, stop. That’s cold. Please stop.” Cal calls, running back towards our towels.
“Fine. I’ll stop. Come back down to the water.” She looks over her shoulder at me. “Please,” I add while giving her the puppy dog eyes.
“Ugh, fine.” She says, running back out to the water.
After about two hours down at the water we all head back to the house. Cal’s acting weird, but she claims she is fine and we all know that when a woman tells you she's fine, something is up. I guess I’ll have to try to get it out of her after dinner.