Chapter 37
After a sleepless night, I decide to drive to Malibu and go surfing. It’s one of my favorite spots. Peace and quiet. Just what I need.
It’s nine in the morning and my phone is flooded with messages from Kyle, Wes, and Andy/Knox. They’re all variations of the same sentiment, just worded differently.
Andy
Baby doll, I hate it when you’re mad at me, please call me back. I need to know you’re alright. I know you want to be left alone, but please talk to me.
Wes
Call me or text me tomorrow when you wake up. I can’t wait to see you sweetheart!
Andy
Alex, I won’t be able to sleep if you don’t message me back or give me an indication you’re alright.
Kyle
Talk to me when you’re ready Sis. I love you lots Alex xxxx
Andy
Baby doll, please, I won’t be able to live with myself if something were to happen to you!
Andy
Dammit Alex! Answer me. Please!
I pull on my bikini, a flowing top, and boyfriend shorts, then grab my board—the one my grandad got me—and head towards Malibu.
The sun is beating down on my skin when I reach the car park. The ocean is calm today, the waves aren’t big, but I’m not looking for a challenge. I just need to clear my head.
I find a comfy spot near the water and set up my sun chair. I apply sunscreen everywhere. “Want me to get your back?” A cool voice to my left startles me. I turn to see a tall, blonde-haired guy with a dark tan and shades.
He’s standing in front of me, his swim shorts hanging low on his hips, his arms crossed over his chest, accentuating his muscles. He lifts his sunglasses off his face and sends me a smile.
I nod at his request and hand him the lotion. When he’s finished, I thank him and he extends his hand.
I shake his hand, “Alex.”
“Oh, I know who you are. Saw your commercial last night during halftime. My sister bought one of the swimsuits. Carter’s lucky!”
“Well, I think that’s what I’ll be forever known for. Good! I hope she likes it. We’re not together, he’s Knox, he fucks anything with a vagina and a pair of boobs. Me excluded.”
“Not a bad thing to be known for, you looked good. I’d say every guy in this country would agree too. Ahhh, the Lauren girl? Well, if it’s any consolation, his loss. You’re way more beautiful than her. I’ve heard stories about her, and they’re not pretty!”
His ocean blue-green eyes are mesmerizing, and his washboard abs and bulging biceps are hard to ignore. I glance behind him to see a group of girls giggling and looking at him. I can’t help but smile.
“Well, it’s not really ideal for me. I want to be known for my brain.
I only did it to get money, which I mostly gave away.
Plus, my mom and best friend beat me into doing it.
.. Lauren who?... And thanks, you’re beautiful too.
But I think you already know that with all those girls fawning and chasing after you. ”
I nod my head towards the girls. He turns around and starts laughing at their reactions.
“I heard you’re a genius too, that’s kind of sexy. Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy doing it?... Exactly! Lauren who?... Haha! What can I say? I’ve got many fans, I’m a lovable guy... You want to hang out and surf with me?”
“Well, I’m not smart because I’m trying to be sexy. I’m smart because I have a brain and I know how to use it. But sure, why not? We can hang out.”
“That’s even sexier—that you don’t care you’re sexy! If that makes sense? But on a serious note, I was thinking of getting Carter’s name written on my trunks across the ass. Any advice on making my butt look as perky as yours?”
He smirks over at me, making me smile back at him. I like this guy. He has a good sense of humor. Even if I’m still ignoring the dickhead.
“Advice?” I pretended to think, tapping my finger on my lips in deep thought. “Hmm. My advice is don’t. People will think you’re dating... On second thoughts...”
I smirk over to him, making a small laugh escape his lips.
“I think I’ll stick to chicks, thanks, Thompson! Are you ready to be schooled?”
“Are you ready to be owned? What’s your last name?”
I deadpanned a look over to him, waiting for him to give me his actual last name. He smiled back over to me while grabbing his board and putting it under his arm.
“Too easy. Why? Do you want to have my name written across your ass cheeks now? I mean I’m all for it, don’t get me wrong,” he winks over at me while I roll my eyes at him. “It’s Hendrix.”
“Hendrix? That’s a cool name. Ben Hendrix, damn, I’d say you pick up a lot of girls just with that!” I teased him, continuing to walk to the shore.
“You have no idea, sweet cheeks!”
“Sweet cheeks? Who are you calling sweet cheeks? Honey!”
“You’ve got a good ass, that’s how I know you’re a good surfer. I wouldn’t have asked you to surf with me if you were bad. And Honey?... That’s cute, I like that one!”
“So you based my surfing ability on how my ass looked? How shallow of you. For all you know, I could’ve just done my squats every day to get a good ass?”
He walks beside me, putting his hand on the small of my back and bends down closer to my face.
“Believe me, I know a surfing ass when I see one, sweet cheeks. And you, you’ve got an exceptional surfing ass,” he says while smacking my ass.
I turn to glare over at him and he picks up his pace and runs to the water.
“Yeah, you better run, Hendrix!” I say, running after him into the ocean.
The sunshine is reflecting hard off the water, but it looks so beautiful today. The water is so blue. Both of us were sitting on our boards with the water lapping around us while we skimmed the water between our fingers.
This is what I needed. Escape my thoughts. I look around at the people on the sand in the distance.
“What’s your story? Like your real story, not the tabloid one,” Ben asks me after a few moments of comfortable silence.
I’m usually not great at talking to people, but I’m enjoying his company. He makes it so easy. I think we’re going to be great friends.
“My story? And scare you off? Maybe when we’re drunk I’ll tell you so you won’t remember,” I joked, turning to look at him.
He’s leaning forwards on his hands, gripping the edges of the board with his face buried into his shoulder, looking over at me.
“You won’t scare me off, trust me. I just want to get to know you, the real you. Not the one the media has made you out to be,” he says softly while we listen to the waves crashing on the shore in the distance.
There are no big waves at the moment, so hopefully, it’ll pick up.
“Really, I don’t think you want to know me. Right now, I’m a mess,” I laugh awkwardly, looking down at my hands rubbing against the board.
Hearing his hands paddle towards me on the board, he reaches beside me and puts his larger, tanned hand on my thigh nearest to him.
“I’d like to get to know you, Alex, even if you are a mess,” he smiles, showing his perfectly straight teeth that are incredibly white. I give him a tight smile and nod my head. Well, here goes nothing.
“Alright then, well, giving you the condensed version, I’m twenty-three, in UCLA studying Mechanical Engineering as my third masters. I have two others in Software Engineering and Coding and another in Mathematics.
I have a photographic memory. I have two nieces and one nephew and I treat Knox’s nephew as my own. I have one older sister and three older brothers, so that makes me the youngest.
I’m from New York. My mom remarried when I was nine and is still with him. My family and the Carters are really close, his parents are like my own.
Knox and I despised each other up until recently and now I’m back to square one with him.
I surf to get away from my thoughts. My granddad bought me this board.
It’s my favorite. He showed me how to surf, he paid for all my lessons.
.. and... I miss him. He died three years ago and I still haven’t visited his grave.
He lived down in Savannah, Georgia, my mom is from there too.
I go down every summer with my family and extended family like my brother’s best friends’ families. My granddad and my brothers protected me from...”
I stayed quiet for a while, looking out into the sea, biting my lower lip.
“From who?” Ben asked carefully, still holding onto me.
I turn to look at him and down at the scar on the left side of my stomach.
“You see this?” He nodded, looking down at it. I took a shaky deep breath. It’s been a while since I’ve talked about him.
“My senior year, my father stabbed me. I was home alone, my mom and brothers out gathering supplies for my brother’s prom. I’d opted out of prom—it just didn’t resonate with me.
He broke into our house, chasing me with a knife. When they all returned, he drove the blade into me twice, twisting it while it was still lodged in my flesh.
I was unconscious in the hospital for three days, having lost a significant amount of blood.
He’s in prison now, but he’s due to be released soon.
I still have nightmares about it. The most recent one was so vivid, I thought he was actually in the house.
I ran to the kitchen to arm myself with a knife. ”
“Don’t be. It’s not your fault. To add to it, last semester I walked in on my ex-boyfriend in bed with another girl. It was the second time I’d caught someone in the act.
The first time was my own father, and I was with my mom. Then it was my own boyfriend. I’ve been keeping my distance from Knox because I’m not mentally prepared to deal with the media right now.
Every day, I just feel so numb. I can’t explain it. I just wish I could start over, with everything.”
“Wow, for such a small person, you carry a lot of weight on your shoulders. But you seem strong,” he sighed.
“I’m sorry for unloading all of this on you. It’s not usually this bad, just going through a rough patch, you know?” I offered him a weak smile.
“It’s alright, sweet cheeks. I know we just met, but I think I’m going to enjoy this little relationship we have going on. You’re not like most girls I know.”