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talked about his mama.
    â€œHey, I see this cheapskate finally got you a necklace,” Justin says.
    I gently finger the puka shells round my neck. His brother gave his girl the same gift. Jeremy’s good with the gifts, even if most are purchased out of guilt. Now that I’m not his girlfriend anymore, it doesn’t bother me as much.
    â€œLet’s hit the waves, man. I need a break from land,” Jeremy says.
    â€œI know how you feel. See you in a few, babe,” Justin says, kissing his inebriated girlfriend on the lips before jogging off behind Jeremy. I hope he gets over himself soon. Until then, I’ll just sit here and enjoy the fire. From the looks of it, Kristi’s going to be no good to talk with. It’s already close to ten and I know Jeremy’s going to be in the water for a long time. I’ll just get lost in the waves from where I’m sitting and drown my thoughts in the sounds of the shore.
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    I’ve been in my zone for a while now and lost track of time over an hour ago. Whether it’s day or night, the beach can be equally mesmerizing. Interrupting my vibe, my phone vibrates and Rah’s name appears on the ID. Damn, I hope he’s not going to sweat me about Jeremy again, but I already know that’s too much to ask for.

    I got one of my girls. Now, I’m waiting for the other one to stop tripping and act right. I love you, Jayd. Merry Christmas.

    It’s midnight on the dot and he’s my first official Christmas greeting. Why does it have to come with drama? Jeremy and the rest of his crazy group have been in the water the entire time, but it looks like they’re wrapping it up now.
    â€œAren’t you cold?” I ask Kristi, who’s now fully awake and aware.
    â€œOh, no. I’m used to it,” she says, loading her small pipe for round two of her highness. “Besides, I can’t feel the cold through this poncho.”
    â€œYeah, but you’re wearing shorts,” I say, eyeing her toned and tanned legs. In the face she looks like a troll doll, but in a cute way. I’m not a boy, but even I admit that her body is banging.
    â€œYou’ll get used to it, too.” Will I ever get used to hanging out with a white boy by the beach? I don’t think so, especially if my hair continues to be naughty by nature. Me and frizz on the weekends don’t work. It’s too much work to try to keep up with my hair during the week, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to worry about it on the weekends, too. I get up from my spot next to Kristi and walk around the waning fire to the other side where the flames are still big.
    â€œYou really are cold, aren’t you?” Kristi says.
    â€œYes, I am.” And I’m ready to go. I need all the rest I can get to deal with my daddy and his folks at the Christmas dinner tomorrow. Hearing my mental wish, Jeremy walks toward us, hopefully ready to go.
    â€œJayd, you should really considering surfing,” Jeremy says, holding his surfboard under his right arm while walking in from the water. He looks like he’s in a better mood. His blue eyes shimmer in the moonlight, setting off the golden flecks in his dark brown curls. I stand up, indicating that he shouldn’t get too comfortable. As soon as he dries off and changes back into his clothes, we need to be out.
    â€œWhy do you say that?” He steps closer to where I’m sitting, looking back at the waves like he’s already missing the water. These white boys may like to tempt nature but I don’t. As Mama says, we Africans have a keen respect for the living powers in nature and for how small we are in comparison. Jeremy looks at my ass unapologetically. I know I look good in my Juicy Couture, but damn.
    â€œBecause you have a nice, low center of gravity,” he says, eyeing me up and down while walking around me to hug me from behind. I could get in some serious trouble with this