Page 6 of The Surfer

She has to know that.

She’s still staring at me and I suddenly have an urge to look away, to not meet her penetrating focus. I avert my eyes down to the ground and catch sight of my naked body, especially my legs. And not just my legs, but the two long scars running up each one, both a stark reminder of the surgeries I’ve received in the last year. A reminder of the long days in the hospital. That painful time spent recovering from the accident at the Oceania Surf Competition.

It’d been one year since that fateful day when everything good in my life ended and when I gave up caring about anything. One year since my dreams fell to pieces in a raging ball of fire. One year of excruciating pain and endless torture just to get out of the fucking hospital bed.

And now, one year on, all I do is drink, get high, and fuck the brains out of eager girls like this Tessa currently occupying my bed.

Looking down at these two scars running down my legs makes me angry, and it also makes me ask the question in my mind again.

Can’t she see that she doesn’t want me?

No one in their right mind would want me. Who I am and who I’ve become. Those long scars are proof enough of who I really am.

I’m nothing but a failure.

I don’t deserve to be wanted.

“I’m not going to bed, Tessa,” I reply to her flatly. The last thing I want to do is cuddle with her, I want to get out of here, out of my bedroom, and away from her. I don’t want to see her flirtatious looks inviting me to bed, I suddenly and desperately want to be on my own and away from everybody else in the entire world. I need an excuse to get out of my room. Escape from this new nightmare. “I’m going to get a joint from the kitchen.”

Hey, it’s a shit excuse, but at least it’s something.

There’s a pause.

“Tanya.”

“What?” I ask.

“It’s Tanya,” she replies. “My name’s not Tessa. It’s Tanya. I told you that last night, and in the taxi back here, and about five minutes ago when we woke up.”

Oh. Right.

Fuck.

Well, I did think it started with T, so I am kinda right. I was completely fucked out of my head the night before, alright? Why should I remember some random girl’s name? Look, I should be congratulated for even knowing it started with T.

Fuck it.

I don’t reply to her correction, instead, I stroll, still naked, over to the pile of dirty clothes that constitute my bedroom floor and open the door into the open-plan living room and kitchen of my sister’s house. I know Sandy’s at work as a teacher, so there’s no one else in the house to catch me naked. I just need to get out of this bedroom and away from Tessa – Tanya. Whatever it is she’s calling herself.

I step out into the spacious living room and kitchen area, closing my bedroom door behind me. My long thick cock sways proudly between my legs and I gladly feel the morning breeze against it.

Maybe in a moment Tanya might forget about the little name slip-up and let me go for round two.

But something is wrong. My senses are tingling like I’m being watched.

I look up.

Oh, fuck.

Standing in the middle of the living room is Sandy.

And right next to my sister is a stranger. A strange girl I have never seen before.

I am standing outside my bedroom door, completely and utterly naked, with my sister and a strange geeky girl staring right back at me.

Who the fuck’s this?

And this is when I meet her.

The girl who’ll ruin my life.