67 Outing { 13 }

The audience roared with excitement.

I hate it when people go like, "Are you ready?!" the second time, I find it really annoying and stupid because you heard us once, then why would you need it twice?

"Ok!!!! The third place winner is Matthews!!" the crowd cheered.

Matthews stepped forward and flashed everyone his thousand dollar smile, before a heavy looking metal was hung on his neck.

"The second place winner is . . . Hannings!" the crowd went wild again.

Hannings stepped up and flashed all the girls his smirk before he got his trophy. "And the first place winner is . . . . " I hate how he stopped because it was pretty obvious who it was.

"Ryan George!!"

DUH!!! All of the girls jumped up and took a thousands of pictures as Ryan stepped up and looked at me giving me his lopsided smile.

I smiled back at him as my stomach turned upside down. He accepted his trophy and looked at everyone before leaving the stage.

"Ahh, what an intense competition!" the speakers said, "Have a nice day and enjoy everyone."

Everyone started leaving the beach. I walked over to Ryan who was grinning like crazy.

"You won - " Next thing I know, he smashed his lips against my lips.

My stomach turned like a roller coaster going in bunch of circles. "Yeah," he said when he pulled away.

I nodded feeling completely dazed. "So are you going to teach me how to surf or what?" I asked when I finally snapped back to reality.

"If you want." he said.

"Hell yeah!" I said, running after Ryan as I dragged my surfboard.

"Hey! Help me! This board is heavy." I said.

Ryan chuckled, running back to grab my surfboard.

~~

"Oh. My. God. I've never been this tired in my whole entire life." I said, throwing myself on the seats of the private jet.

Ryan's head plopped on my shoulders as he whispered, "I have been."

"Do you do this all of the time?"

He didn't answer.

"I mean surfing?" I asked.

"No, I only surf a couple of time as i don't get much time. But when I surf, I surf until I am very tired or until I am freezing cold." he said.

"Why's that?" I asked.

"Because it is a few times in a life opportunity."

"Don't you come here all the time?"

"Yeah, but I don't have time. I come here either for family visit or business. Barely here for vacation." he said.

I nodded.

After a long silence, I asked "Where are we going?".

"Somewhere." he said, looking up at me from my shoulder.

"Why do you never tell me?" I asked.

"Because...."

"Because what? You can't just speak in fragments." I said.

"Yes, I can."

"No, you can't."

"Yes, I can." he said.

"No!" I said.

"See, that was a fragment. Telling me not to speak in fragments and now there you are speaking in fragments. What a hypocrite." he said, laughing a little to himself.

"You know what? Shut up!" I said, sitting up, jerking my shoulders away from his head as he continued to laugh.

"Ahh, the puppy finally admitted that she was going against herself." Ryan said, leaning in towards me.

I hate how he is always close to me, making me feel a lot of affection and how he looks at me like i am his long lost treasure.

"Shut up!" I said, turning away from him, "I am going to sleep."

"Wait," he said, "before you do, you have to change into this." He snapped his fingers and a lady carrying my clothes came.

She was carrying a short, black dress.

It was beautiful, but the first thing that came into my mind was that Ryan is going to see my underwear again.

"No, that's not going to happen again, I promise." he said.

Again, here he is reading my mind and I can't even sense a slight of his emotion.

"Can you please not read my mind, it is kinda . . . uncomfortable." I said, trailing off.

"I am just making sure that when I do I don't hear any naughty thoughts about me." Ryan said, smirking.

My jaws dropped, "WHAT?! I never thought of you like that! I swear! I never did! And I am not as inappropriate as you! Oh. My. God!"

Ryan continued to laugh by the way I was responding to him, but he stopped laughing when I turned around and tried to sleep.

"Ok, fine, I'm sorry I won't do that again." he said.

I turned back around. "And also I don't have to wear that dress." I said.

"You have to wear it!" he said.

"Why's that?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Because we are going to a 7 star restaurant and you don't want to walk in wearing a pair on skinny jeans and a tank top. You have to dress you impress." he said.

"By the way, if you don't know I wasn't born yesterday, there is no such thing as a 7 star restaurant." I said.

"I am just trying to give you an image on how rich that place is." he said.

"Ohhhhh, what a nice image. I can see the '7 star restaurant'." I said sarcastically.