Chapter 171
Kyrah's POV
"Kyrah, wake up! You're gonna be late." Roxy's voice startles me and I shoot up from the bed looking around me. Scott isn't here. Roxy burges into the room in shorts and Kye's blue shirt. We've been sleeping over at Roxy and Vic's place ever since Kye came back, even Snow is around. It's been a week now.
"Late? What are you talking about?" I pause and yawn loudly. They say yawning can be contagious because Roxy yawns right after I do.
"Don't spread your lazy ass yawns to me again, wake up, you need to shower. I already went to your house and got you your clothes. Also, your mum called me, since you weren't picking your phone, she said they're coming back tonight... or is it tomorrow night. I don't remember. Just get your ass up!" she yells pulling the comforter off me and I whine like a child as I hold on to myself.
"Where are we going? Where's Scott? What time is it?" I ask without a pause and Roxy smirks.
"One, you're the one who's going somewhere, not me. Two, Scott told me to tell you to find him at your usual spot at the beach and it's almost 11am." Roxy winks at me. Last night we stayed up late till 4am.
"Fuck! 11am? Wow! I didn't even know it's that late," I say raking my fingers through my messy hair and I groan.
"Well how the hell were you supposed to know, you were asleep, duh!" Roxy rolls her yes at me and I push her away from me.
"Chop! Chop! Get ready, I don't want Scott thinking I let you over sleep on purpose." Roxy places a white towel in my hands forcefully and drags me to the bathroom.
"Hold up. Just give me a minute to digest all of this," I say, taking a deep breath as I look at my sleepy face in the mirror. "So, Scott wants to meet up with me? Right now?" I scratch my neck.
"He said you should be there any time you're ready, he'll be waiting." Roxy sighs "Just get ready, please."
"Alright then," I say as Roxy leaves. Scott and I have been going to the beach on a daily basis for a week now, I don't see any issue with him wanting to meet up again. I have nothing to do and I love his company so very much.
Once I'm done showering. I head back to the guest room and find my outfit of the day layed down on the bed neatly. My favorite Fila Ekin spaghetti strap top, high waisted denim shorts, a dark blue-green flannel plaid shirt and my white sling bag. On the floor are my black Chuck Taylor hightops.
"Hmm! Not bad," I say picking up the shorts, "Not bad at all." Roxy knows how to blend in colors even though she mostly wears just one color, black.
She comes back to the room and helps me do my hair. I choose to wear mascara only and just a little dab of lip gloss will do. Once I'm fully dressed, and had my breakfast, Roxy informs me that she already called an Uber for me and I squeak.
"You are such an angel. Take care of Snow." I hug her and she smiles.
"Don't worry about Snow. Hurry up, before Scott thinks you're not coming." I stare at her blankly. "What? Being late is inappropriate." She shrugs and we head to the living room. I bid Kye and Vic goodbye. Wren hasn't been around for the past two days, she and her family went on a three day vacation.
I wonder why Scott didn't wake me up. I mean... why couldn't he wake me up so that we could go together?
***
Once I arrive at my destination, I call Scott and he answers after the first ring.
"Where are you?" I ask, as the wind blows my hair across my face and I brush it away.
I should have just tied it into a bun or ponytail. Roxy did some good job curling it though.
"I can see you, just walk to your left, past the palm trees and you'll see me," he says and I hang up and continue walking. When I spot him, I nearly cry out like a teenager that just set her eyes on Keanu Reeves with a body of Dwayne Johnson.
A few meters away, there's a black pickup truck, it's wheels slightly sinking in the sandy beach and it's front is facing me. Right on top of it is Scott, standing upright like he just conquered the world. His black shirt is unbottoned, the wind is blowing over it and his dark brown hair looks marvelous as it sways along to the wind. His well toned torso makes me bite my lower lip so hard that it hurts. I wonder how it would feel to touch him. Not touching him normally, but touching him in a... different kind of manner.
His abs! His abs! His–
I look up to his face as he takes off his sunglasses and smiles the hottest smile I have ever seen. I swallow hard. He's also in black beach shorts.
When I don't move or say anything, he descends from the truck and runs towards me. My heart begins thumping hard against my chest and my lips feel drier than the fucking Kalahari desert. What is happening to me?
"Cat got your tongue?" he smirks and something flips in my stomach. I am pretty sure that's not my liver. Am I blushing? I can feel color creeping it's way up my face as soon as Scott's eyes land on mine. I can't seem to find my words. So I lick my lips.
"Err..." I say as I look up at his tall figure leaning downwards to me. Why is it suddenly so damn hot?
There are other people at the beach but at this spot, there aren't as many people. Less than ten people probably and they are way too far from where we are.
"Are you panicking?" he frowns as he tries to observe my face. I shake my head and try to compose myself by taking two deep breaths.
"No. I'm... I'm okay," I say and he smiles again.
"Come on, let's get you some ice-cream, shall we?" he says walking ahead of me and I stand there like a stupid frozen mannequin staring at his back. "Are you coming or what?" he coos.
"Yeah. Of course," I say and follow him.
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