Chapter 2: Watch The Road

--Jamie--

Everything's spinning round, I can barely catch my breath, Noah's voice as he calls my name keeps fading away. Everything begins to turn black, I feel like I'm not in the car but floating in black thin air. I scream hoping someone will save me from this hell, but no help, I couldn't see Noah anymore, I couldn't hear him, neither could I feel his presence.

I was eventually starting to lose hope, cause there was no reason to have any.

--Noah--

I call out her name, she doesn't answer, I'm here with her but I don't think she notices my presence.

She begins to scream in pain. The sound of her heartbeat can be heard by almost anyone passing.

I run to meet the lifeguard on duty with her being carried in my arms bridal style.

"Please help! I think she's having some kind of anxiety attack!" I worriedly say.

The lifeguard takes her from my arms into his. He tries to give her water but she can barely swallow due to the heavy breathing.

People begin to stare at us which seems very uncomfortable and rude but I don't care, cause she's my sister and her life is way better than any fucked up person that's watching what's going on.

I turn to look at some guy holding his phone, recording every single thing that was happening. I couldn't control myself but rush to him and knock him down with a punch right to his face.

"Post that and your funeral will be anytime soon." I threaten and walk right back to the lifeguard, who was holding my now conscious sister. I run to embrace her into a loving brotherly hug, with lots of questions shooting through as I touch every part of her body, but not those parts, to make sure she's safe.

"I'm fine it was just an anxiety attack, nothing serious" She convinces me.

"C'mon, I don't think we should go to that party any longer, it's better if we go home," I suggest and she nods her head to show agreement.

--Jamie--

I came back to reality to see my brother with some guy who was on the floor, and it was pretty obvious he was mad.

I realized that I was in someone else's arms and my brother was over there. How could that be? If that's not my brother then who's carrying me?

I look up to see another boy carrying me. I should be panicking but for some reason, only his face and his soft smile got me calm.

Noah came over to take me home, he told me everything that happened; the anxiety attack, the hot lifeguard, and some crazy guy who held up his phone to take photos and record videos.

Damn, that lifeguard got me dripping, his body was on point, his face was to die for. I wish I knew him, I wish we're friends or even dating.

Hopefully, he's a 12th or 11th grader who attends the school I'm about to attend.

Oh God, his dark brown hair, his hazel eyes, his body; everything is on point.

Damn!

I can't stay in all day daydreaming about a guy I just met. No, not even met, saw.

I leave my room heading outside to the front porch where my bicycle is laying. I pick it up from the ground and begin to ride into the street.

I begin to head home the moment it starts getting dark.

There I was minding my business, going my way, when a car decides to run me over.

The driver rushes out of the car to offer me a hand. "Oh my God, are you okay?"

I reject the offer and dust myself.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You're insane!" Anger runs through my veins as I blurt out whatever I feel like saying at the moment," What if I had gotten killed?"

"I'm sorry, I wasn't watching the road, I -" He gets cut off by me.

" Well, maybe next time you should watch the road to prevent getting yourself killed or I don't know, other people!" I dramatize my words while looking at his hazel-colored eyes and brown hair.

A blonde girl walks out of the car looking like some kind of shady bitch. "Babe, what's going on?"

"Let me tell you what your babe did," I point to him with rage. "he legit ran over innocent me riding my bike, trying to kill me!"

"I'm sorry, he didn't, cause with you dressing like that, who wouldn't want to run you over?" She looks at me in disgust and drags her 'Babe' with her. "C'mon babe, I don't see anything wrong with what you did, let's get out of here.

They enter the car as he begins to reverse.

"Wait, hold up! Hazel eyes, brown hair, tanned skin, muscular, that face!" I say out loud watching him reverse his car. "Shit!"

I can't believe I just did that to the cute lifeguard!

I'm going to die of loneliness.

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"Wait," a laughing Kylie says to me, "you yelled at the lifeguard who saved you cause you didn't know it was him and his girlfriend said you don't have style." She laughs harder and harder.

"Kylie! It's not funny! He's really cute and I messed it up." I try to keep a straight face.

"There was no 'it'." She continues with a marathon of laughter. "He has a girlfriend, and according to you, a hot one." She tries to hold her laughter with a pathetic attempt. "Jamie, this is too much, solve your problems yourself. Noah and I are going to the beach to catch up with some old friends, so I gotta go." She stands to leave the living room but I stop her.

"Wait! I'm going with you guys." I say knowing well that the cute lifeguard will be there.

"Why?"

"Well, cause I feel like going to the beach." Kylie furrows her eyebrows at me which makes me admit the truth. "Fine! I want to go with you guys so I can apologize to that cute lifeguard."

Kylie falls to the ground, pressing her hands on her stomach and rolling around just like Noah always does."Very childish of you!" I pout my lips and begin to walk upstairs when she finally stops laughing and catches her balance.

"Only on one condition will you be able to follow us." She raises her index finger to her chest to signify the number one.

"What"

"You'll have to wear my white push-up strap bikini."She begins to laugh at her demand, but I, on the other hand, knowing fully well I want that boy, agrees with it and rushes into her room to change into the bikini.

Damn, the shit's so tight.

I struggle to fit it into my body for a while till it finally fits. I look pretty sexy in it.

I go back to the living room to see Noah watching television. His eyes trail to me standing beside the staircase.

"Woah, we're going to the beach, not the strip club," Noah says with his eyes fully on me.

"Kylie told me to wear it, it looks pretty on me."

"Pretty is an understatement," he says as a compliment.

Kylie walks slowly downstairs with her eyes on her phone, wearing almost the same bikini as the one she let me borrow, the only difference is that it's red, not white.

"Are you guys ready to go?" Kylie says to us without even looking away from her phone.

"Yh"

"Oh! I'm driving!" Noah gets up immediately to grab the keys but gets stopped the moment Kylie raises the keys to show she's driving.

"No fair, you and Jamie always get to drive." He pouts.

We all leave the house and in the car, we go.

Kylie's sitting on the driver's seat, Noah's sitting on the passenger's seat while I'm in the back seat doing whatever the hell I want to do.

Noah, as usual, turns up the radio and random songs begin to play as we sing along with it.

At last, we get to the beach. I'm the first one to hop out of the car.

"Finally!" I stretch to release the stiffness in my body from staying in a tight space for an hour and thirty minutes.

"You guys do whatever you want, while I do what I want, cause I already got some stuff to do," I say walking towards the sand close to the parking lot.

"More like you've got a boy to obsess over." Kylie begins her heavy laughter.

"Haha, real mature," I say with a confused Noah looking at me going towards to closest lifeguard I can find.

I tap the lifeguard. "Hi, sorry, please have you seen-" I stop myself the moment he turns to face me.

There he is, the boy I can't stop thinking about, the boy I hope happens to be the love of my life. Well, not the love of my life, but something.

"Can I help you?" I barely pay attention to anything he says as I trail my eyes to his muscles, then to his hair, then to his face, then to his eyes, then back to his muscles, then back to reality.

"What...what did you say?" I ask.

I guess apologizing to him is going to be a little bit harder than I thought.