Chasing Summer
Chapter Four

Jasper caught my eye, then looked at Jack, then winked at me. I rolled my eyes.
Me, Jack, Jasper, and a few other guys (hot, sandy, shirtless guys) from the volleyball team were sprawled on the sand around a small bonfire.
My back was freezing cold, but my toes and legs were roasting in the heat of the fire.
Jack offered me the bag of Cheetos, and I grabbed one, threw it in the air and caught it in my mouth with a loud crunch.
He clapped and brushed some cheesy dust from the corner of my mouth with his thumb.
"Man, I wish I could do that..."
"Try it," I sugguested, "It's easy!"
"The last time I attempted that trick, I ended up nearly choking on the chip. Not cool."
"Wow, you being uncool? noooo."
He flicked my arm.
"Sarcasm is not appreciated."
"Sorry."
I tilted my head back to watch the darkening sky, and I was surprised, but happy, when Jack lightly slipped his arm around my shoulders.
I couldn't fight the smile off my face. I was sitting on a beach, at the start of summer vacation, with a smoking hot, shirtless volleyball player, and also my best friend.
Jasper made a small squealing noise next to me, and I hoped Jack didn't hear it.
We sat like that for a while, watching the sparks splutter and hop from the top of the fire and into the night, where they disappeared before falling to the ground.
I softly leaned my head onto Jack's shoulder and let my eyes slip shut a little.
"Sas... Sas?"
I sat up quickly, "Yeah, Jazz?"
"Hate to spoil your fun, but we should prob'ly head home now. It's getting late..."
I stood up, shaking the sand off my clothes, and threw an apologetic glance at Jack.
"Sorry... I should probably..."
"Wait!" he scrambled to his feet too. "Do you have a pen?"
"I do." Jasper said smugly, and I realised with a small grin that he had been planning this.
Jack grabbed my arm, and in a messy, loopy scrawl, he jotted down his cellphone number across my forearm.
"Call me someday - today was fun. Really fun."
I gave him a one-armed hug.
"I had fun, too. Maybe I'll call. C'mon Jasper."
As the two of us walked back along the dark beach, I couldn't resist a little happy dance and a shriek of delight.
Jazz joined me in my happy dancing. "Admit it, Sassie. I. Am. Amazing."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Fine."
"What am I?"
".. Amazing."
"That's the spirit."

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