The Last Laugh novel Chapter 43

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Ace's POV:

That night, the heat was almost unbearable. I went to meet Keith.

On entering, he wasn't in his living room.

"Keith?" I called. No one answered. He couldn't have gone out without letting me know or without locking his door. I made my way towards the door of his room.

I turned the knob and opened it.

"Keith, are you in h– oh!" I exclaimed and stopped in my tracks. He was in bed with a girl. They both looked at me.

"Sorry. I didn't know." I said.

"No prob, dude. This is Beth."

The girl under the sheets waved at me.

"Hi, Beth. I'm Ace." I then turned to Keith, "Meet me when you're done."

"Sure."

I left, closing the door behind me.

Some time later, Keith came into my apartment, all showered and fresh.

"Finished?" I teased.

"Yeah." he sat by me, "So, what's up?"

"Heat man. There's too much heat. Wanted us to go to the beach tomorrow."

"I'm fine with that but it depends on the beach. I don't wanna go where there are a lot of people."

"Me neither. There's 'Bay beach'. It's beautiful and people hardly go there."

"Perfect."

"I got some swimming to do. Thank gawd, it's the weekend."

"I'm telling ya."

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Sawyer's POV:

The next day, we left home at about one PM. Heading for the beach with Heather and mom. I'd apologised for my recent disrespect towards her but what did she expect? I didn't like the fact that she appreciated Shirley's company more than mine.

We took the cooler and food basket along with us for the picnic.

We got into our mom's car and drove off.

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Ace's POV:

When Keith and I had arrived Bay beach, we were happy to find a few people. About six or seven people. We quickly changed into our swim shorts.

I lay on my towel on the hot sand, enjoying the breeze. Keith had gone for a swim.

While I lay on my stomach quietly, looking at the water, a cute girl in a hot bikini passed by, eying me. I looked at her and smiled a little, she smiled too and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear.

She sashayed her way towards the water and entered it for a swim.

I stood up and went to lean against a lifeguard chair that someone had made with bamboo and raffia leaves I think. I watched her.

From the water she looked at me and smiled again. I smiled back. She was clearly flirting. She was beautiful but I just admired her. Nothing more. My heart was already taken by Heather, who didn't know it yet.

I silently watched the girl. She kept on touching her hair, her arms and thighs, making some sexy moves in the water. I kept on watching. I was imagining her as Heather.