Good Intentions (Welcome to Paradise) (Volume 2) (26 page)

“Oh shit!” I toss my phone down and take off running after him. He’s over the edge in the blink of an eye and hits the water as my feet leave the safety of the earth. Zach is a strong swimmer, but I’m stronger even with alcohol in my system.

As I fly through the air, the sickness of the fall settles at the bottom of my stomach and images of Mallory flood my thoughts. This is the stupidest thing I’ve done in a long time. Putting everything, my life included, at risk when I have Mallory in my life makes no sense.

I crash into the choppy ocean and water fills my senses, ears and nose, engulfing me whole. I’ve always found comfort in the water, but right now the jagged cliffs I know are ahead of me become my sole focus. I break the surface and gasp for a large breath just as the water throws me toward a cliff wall. Right when I’m about to hit, the water drags me unwillingly back under as the tide returns me to sea.

My instincts kick in and I fight for my life with each strong stroke I take, hoping Zach is doing the same.

The waves work in my favor, forcing me forward again. A piercing stab to my side wracks my body as I’m pummeled into the jagged coastline. An ache signals I’ve been cut, a familiar feeling from surfing when I hit the reef, but I can’t worry with that. I need to find my way to the shore. Before the ocean drags me out for another round, I grab hold of a lower ledge and secure myself to it.

“Fuck!” I yell at the top of my lungs as I climb up, finding my footing on the rough rocks. When I get to the top, I call out, “Zach?”

“Ev—” I hear a faint response comes echoing in the wind.

The moon has risen high enough in the sky to light the cliffs around us. I spot Zach about thirty feet away, climbing up the side of the lower cliffs edge. He points toward an area that’s around the curved wall of rock and just beyond him.

Following Zach’s lead, I make my way over to the beach then drop down into the sand spread eagle and exhausted.

“Dude, you made it,” he says, crashing down in the sand nearby.

“Fuck you, Zach,” I say, raising my hand in the air and flipping the bird. “You’re insane.”

“C’mon, that was awesome and you know it. You’ll thank me tomorrow.”

“You suck cock and I’ll never thank you for scaring the shit out of me.”

“You needed it. That was better than an orgasm.”

“You’re sleeping with the wrong girl then.”

He laughs. “You know that was perfection. Life teetering on the edge like that.”

“I hate you.” I don’t really, but I am pissed as all get out. “Don’t talk to me right now.”

“Evan, you’ll go to New York and conquer the shit out of it because you fucking cliff dived Spinning Caves at night! Now you can do anything.”

“So this was a lame lesson to teach me to live life to the fullest?”

He’s up and standing over me, with an outstretched hand. I accept his offer then yank him into the sand next to me, and threaten, “Don’t pull that shit again, Zach. We could’ve died out there. And as of late, I’ve got a lot to live for.” I jump to my feet and start walking to the car, which is parked up the hill. Once there, I grab my phone from a small patch of grass, thankful it landed there. It’s scratched to hell, but it works.

Running up the hill behind me, he gets his shirt and keys and heads to the car.

When I get in the car, I say, “The next two days better be a lot calmer than this, brah. That’s all I’m saying.”

“No worries.” He laughs, starting the engine. “At least you’re not sulking anymore.”

Once home, I drop my wet clothes on the bathroom floor and start the shower. I clean up quickly and dry off. With a towel wrapped around my waist, I sit on the edge of the tub and call Mallory.

She sounds like I woke her up, but there’s a panic to her tone. “Evan? What happened?”

“Baby,” I whisper, lowering my head into my hand. “I did something stupid. I’m sorry—”

“What?” Her panic takes over. “What do you mean?”

“No, no. I meant I’m sorry for hanging up on you,” I say.

I hear her exhale. “What happened?”

I’m still pissed at myself and Zach for pulling that stunt. “Let’s just say today put a lot of things in perspective.” I look myself in the mirror, and say, “I can’t wait until I move to Colorado.”

The next morning, I hit the waves early at sunrise, finding peace in the ocean—only me and my board. It was supreme. Alone, setting my mind at ease, and preparing to leave my paradise for the city again.

By lunchtime, I’m home and starting the packing process. I don’t have to pack much because I have a wardrobe in Manhattan and walking around Manhattan in board shorts tends to be frowned upon. Ms. Chart folds the few shirts and shorts I can’t live without. She’s a sentimental, so I know her offer came as a way to spend time together. I’ll miss her. We’ve always been close and I know she’s struggling with the impending goodbye. Honestly, I am too.

“I’m only taking one suitcase. I have enough clothes to get me by for some a while and I might get some new suits made anyway.”

“I’m sure you’ll look very handsome. You always do,” she says, concentrating really hard on folding the t-shirt in front of her. “How does Mallory feel about your decision?”

There’s something about Ms. Chart that lets me relax. I don’t have to put on pretenses or hide my true emotions. She’s a safe place for me and I think I might miss that the most. “I don’t think she’s happy about it, but she wouldn’t come right out and say that. I’ve shared a few stories before I knew I was going back. Maybe I shouldn’t have because now I can tell she’s not comfortable with the idea.”

I walk to my underwear drawer and pull five or six pairs. As I carry them to the case opened up on the mattress, an envelope drops to the floor at my feet. Bending down, I take the letter in hand, examining it by turning it over, and smile seeing Mallory’s handwriting.

“Will going to New York cause problems between you and Mallory?” she asks.

Sitting down on the bed, I hold the letter tighter than I should, but needing that link. “She’s knows the deal. We’ve talked about it. The only thing that Mallory is concerned with when it comes to me being in New York is my mom’s inane lack of understanding regarding our relationship. Look at the damage she caused at the party. I’m damn lucky I had the chance to work it out.”

“I like Mallory.” Ms. Chart stands, hugging me to her. “Don’t screw it up. She’s a keeper. And remember, if you don’t treat her right, someone else will.” Walking to the door, she stops, and with her signature kind smile, she says, “Evan, I love you. Be who you are, not who they want you to be.” She exits quickly knowing that is probably not what my parents would condone her saying.

I easily return a smile. “Love you.”

My attention goes back to the letter. Climbing up on the bed, I sit with my back against the headboard and open the envelope.

The letter has a light scent to it. I recognize it immediately as Mallory’s perfume. I would normally rag on a guy for liking something like this. Instead, I hold it to my nose and savor the smell. It’s light and pretty like her. After rubbing it on her pillowcase a few times, I open the letter.

Dear Evan,

I miss you already. I know, really poignant and deep, but it’s true. I’m not sure I remember life without you anymore and I’m not sure I want to. I tried to be strong and not let our goodbye feel so real, but I know as I ride on that plane back to Colorado it will hit me. You won’t be there with me or waiting for me when I land and I have to jump back into my life like I’m not forever changed by meeting you. I am. I have been forever changed by you. You’re a beautiful person, Evan, and I’m not only talking about your looks though you are easy on the eyes. Okay, you’re very easy on the eyes, but I don’t want to inflate that already epic ego of yours. Hehe.

Baby, I want to tell you that I love you. I’m leaving my heart with you and can’t wait until we’re together again. Thank you for a wonderful summer. Yes, there were a few incidences that I don’t care to relive, but it brought us together and made us stronger, so I wouldn’t trade those now either.

You go be awesome and I’ll be in Colorado waiting for you.

I love you.

Mallory

I fold the letter and tuck it into my backpack. This letter will stay with me. I put my passport and the file my mom gave me in the backpack before zipping it closed.

Looking at my watch, it’s time to meet the boys at Big Kehones. Fifteen minutes later, I greet Zach and Murphy in the parking lot. We slap our customary handshakes and walk in together.

My gaze lands on Noah’s cousins sitting at a corner table. They also see us. With the fight that night at the beach still fresh on everyone’s minds, tension fills the space between our groups. We stop, analyzing the situation, but fuck if I’m gonna turn around and leave. I walk to our usual table to prove to them with every step I take that I’m not backing down and if they want more of me, I’ll be happy to give them a piece.

Johnny comes over and sets a pitcher down with three cups along with three shots of what appears to be whiskey. “Figured with the girls out of town, you might need this,” he says glancing over at the other table.

As Murphy fills our beer cups, Zach sets a shot down in front of us, then holds his up to toast. “To the summer we all met our match—”

“The fight with Kalei and his lackeys?” Murphy asks, glaring at Noah’s cousins.

“Nope. Sunny, Kate, and Mallory. Here’s to those who wish us well, and as for the rest, they can go to Hell.”

I have to chuckle because that toast is definitely fitting for me and Mallory. I down the shot in one gulp, shaking off the throat burn. I slam my glass down on the wood tabletop, turning to Zach. “When are you coming to New York, dude?”

Zach’s eyes are glazed like they always gets when he hits the hard liquor. “Maybe Thanksgiving. I owe my parents a visit, but I want to find out what Sunny’s plans are first.”

“I already promised Kate I’d visit for Thanksgiving,” Murphy says, looking more comfortable than I like considering he’s cozying up with my sister. “What about you?”

“I haven’t talked to Mallory about the holidays. It’s too soon for that. Her birthday is coming up… fuck, listen to us,” I say, shaking my head again, but for a completely different reason. I want to be disgusted, but the smile that crosses my face when I think of Mallory makes me perfectly content to sit here and hand over my man-card. Yeah, I’m in love.
So fucking what!

“Hey.”

When I look up I see the younger Kalei family member standing there. All three of us immediately stand up, the chairs scraping across the floor.

Murphy crosses his arms and says, “What do you want?”

I don’t really know these cousins of Noah because they were young when Noah and I were best friends, so his name escapes me. He shoves his hands in his pockets, giving us a clear indication that he doesn’t plan to use them. The other guy comes up behind him and stands with his arms crossed over his chest and a slight scowl that’s aimed at Murphy. Guess he’s holding a grudge against Murphy for kicking his ass that night. To be expected.

“Yeah, so, we wanted you to know that we didn’t know about Lani and the whole heart thing.” The younger one pauses and looks back over his shoulder. When his cousin gives him a nod of approval, he turns back. “We only knew what Uncle Kekoa and Noah told us. I mean I can’t say we weren’t happy that he got some rich haole’s money, but—”

“What he’s trying to say,” the other cousin interrupts, stepping forward. “We’re sorry. And for the record, Noah was an asshole about the whole thing, but he hasn’t received a dime. That money had some weird stipulation about not touching it for five years or something. So it shouldn’t be hard for them to return it.”

I fucking hate talking about Lani and all that shit, and I can’t help but tense when the con the Kaleis tried to pull is brought up, even in an apology. I take a moment to digest what he’s saying before finally wanting this behind me once and for all. I don’t want to live in that negative headspace anymore. With a nod of acceptance, I shake both of their hands, not using my words but instead using the grip that bonds us to let them know that I’m not going to harbor any ill will against them.

Right before they turn to leave the restaurant, the older one says, “By the way, Noah lost his first three competitions. One more and he will be out of the tour and dropped by his sponsors.”