Surf's Up?

Take a Hit

Steele’s POV

I hit my steering wheel as I was driving home. You just couldn’t handle it, could you Steele? I hit my

wheel again, and again, and again. I pretty much pushed her to cheat on her boyfriend. No, she

wrapped her arms around me; she wanted to kiss me too. No, you confused her. It was wrong of you,

you dumbbutt! I groaned. I pulled into my driveway and just sat there, staring at the house. I saw my

mom wave at me through the kitchen window but I couldn’t wave back. She gave me a weird look and

continued to wipe down the table.

I considered calling Ellis, to tell her I was sorry, that I screwed up… anything. But I couldn’t, I didn’t

know how to. I needed to tell Hill. But how in hell am I supposed to do that? I can see it now: ‘Hey Hill,

you know how you don’t like me? Well, I kissed your girlfriend!’ *punched in the face.* I shook my head

at the thought. If I didn’t tell him, Ellis would. At least, I think she would. I wasn’t sure anymore. They had

seemed like such a solid couple but… I don’t know. They didn’t seem to fit, like two puzzles pieces that

didn’t quite go together. But what do I know?

I ran my fingers through my hair. I’m sorry. I had to do it just once. The way she looked at me made me

want to kiss her again. And again, and again. I wondered if that was how Hill felt every time he kissed

her. And that thought… was why it was wrong. Ugh, I need help. I finally decided to call Brian.

He came 5 minutes later, noticing the ‘I’m in deep crap’ tone in my voice. I got out of my car just as he

pulled in. He stared at me as he got out. I didn’t know what to tell him. We went inside and grabbed a

snack.

Ellis’ POV

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh. I stood in the store, waiting for my mom to show up. I kissed him

back. Why, oh goodness, why? I thought back to that moment. I don’t know if it was the rain, the way his

t-shirt clung to his chiseled body, the movie-like scene, how I always wanted to get kissed in the rain…

for whatever reason, I kissed him back. And I liked it. Ugh, what’s wrong with me? I basically, no I did,

cheat on my boyfriend. Frustrated tears filled my eyes and I tried, unsuccessfully, to blink them away.

My mom showed up, asking lots of questions. I tried to answer but when she asked, “Why did Steele

have to leave?” I didn’t answer any more.

As soon as I got home, I went up to my room. For half an hour, I sat on my bed and stared at the wall.

Guilt, pain, anger, frustration… all emotions washed through me like a river. I also felt something I didn’t

recognize at first. And then I realized, it was excitement. No, no, no! I can’t be excited and giddy about

what just happened. It was wrong and terrible and I’m probably worst girlfriend of the year. And yet, I

couldn’t help but go back to that moment. I’m sure a lot of girls have said this about him, but dang was

he a good kisser. He had held me tight, as though he wanted to stay there for a while. It was so different