Waikiki is an hour ride from the villa. After eating breakfast, I headed to Waikiki right away to get surfing lessons. Of all the things, I didn't expect this because I could jump but the coordination needed for surfing is what I don't have. I never excelled in sports, I admit. Brains is what I have best. 

I was walking along the beach's shore, looking for that school listed for me, Waikiki Surf School. The more I looked up, I realized that I was going farther away from the main beach.  The main beach was crowded with people compared to Waimea. A lot of them sunbathing and enjoying the heat of the sun. The salty natural breeze is what you're supposed to get used to. It's my day 3 and it's getting into me.  

This side of the beach was less crowded. I can see people surfing on their colorful boards. Probably this was it? I turned around to look for the sign of the surf school. Not minding where I was walking, only to bump on a stone-hard chest. He placed his hands on my waist. His cold calloused hand collided with my bare skin, sending jolts of electricity all over my body. I closed my eyes in an instant. I knew that touch. Those hands. He made sure I won't fall my butt off. 

I tilted my head up to find the stranger, again. 

"Here you are, again. You bump into me and say you aren't stalking me." He smirked at me. Clearly, enjoying this better than I am. 

"I'm not stalking you, for your information Mister stranger. Get a hold of yourself. You thick faced asshole." I snapped, "After that marriage stunt during the cliff diving you did yesterday? Hell, no."

"If you're searching for the surfing school, this is it. Come on. I'm guiding you to where the instructors are and where to pay." He tries to grab my hand but before he does, I spat his hand away. I kept my hand away from him...away from the electricity. It was just how the cold breeze touches your skin and gives you goosebumps, making the hair of your nape rise. 

"After being such an idiot with an ego so high than those buildings, I ain't coming with you."

"Okay, I'm sorry for stealing your taxi and for being an idiot with an ego as high as those buildings. I'm sorry for pulling you with me without any notice. Hawaii is where you're supposed to have fun." He cleared his throat, "Now, that's my apology. I'm Miles by the way." He offered his hand as a way of saying sorry. And this was a start. A start of getting to know the stranger I've been seeing for the past days. A start of knowing the person who electrifies me. And it scares me. 

"Finally, I've put some sense into your non-existent brain. I'm Bree. Not nice to meet you because I've been crossing paths with you for 3 days now." I rolled my eyes because this dude is hilarious.

"Right. Come on! Pay your dues and start your classes that last for 2 hours." He grinned at me. 

I took a deep breath, "Okay, okay..."

"Such a good girl!"

"Oh, please...better shut up." 

I pay the amount for the surfing lesson. He was right, 2 hours for the lessons. I got myself into a group lesson since the instructors for private surfing were all occupied.  To top it off, I was in the same group as Miles. I placed my things inside a locker and prepared myself. I was instructed to go to the shore to begin the class. 

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The different positions we could do while surfing was discussed. Including the parts of the surfboard. I got lucky because I was able to grab a pink surfboard.  The surfboard was a couple of inches above me. We were briefed on where to step, what we should do before climbing the board, during, and after. We were told to feel the waves and balance as much as we can. 

We were now in the water. Attempting to climb up the board and balance. After how many attempts, I finally managed to get up my board with the waves rushing in. I balanced myself feeling the waves-- feeling like I'm part of Lilo & Stitch or Moana. 

Waves. They're just a smooth motion of the ocean. Looking serene at first but deadly once it touches the surface. That's just how life goes. It's calm before the storm. Happy things occur and then it all dies down, disappointing you with regrets. And you stop yourself from being happy too much. But... one thing is for sure, the smashing of the waves does not explain the entire story of the sea. 

"Hey, Bree! Look!"

"Wh-"

I was caught off guard when the wave that came was bigger than I thought. Just like what I said. Waves are deadly. Miles called my attention about the upcoming wave but I, unfortunately, was too slow. I fell out my board, scraping my knees. I got washed up inshore forgetting I have a cut. 

Miles was running unto me and kneeled next to me with a frown. 

"Since when did you care? I can manage. It's not that huge" I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Let me check on it. That might get infected."

"Are you acting like a doctor right now? It doesn't hurt anyway." 

"I am a doctor. Stop being stubborn, Bree." 

So Miles is a doctor? For a second, I thought he was a con-artist. I'm grateful that he is here to care for my scraped knee though. 

We walked to the station of the Surfing School and was able to secure a first aid kit. He lathered his hands with soap and held my knee. The bubbles cascaded unto my wound making it more ticklish. I stopped myself in how my body reacts to his touch. It releases tingles.

He was applying a wound disinfectant now. I sat down and gripped on the chair. He was biting his lip trying to cover that laugh, seeing me that I resisted the urge to shout from the stinging pain that extended a whirling sensation on my ears. I rolled my eyes at him in response. He's a doctor who is an asshole. He finished it up with gauze and taped it up.

After seeing that he was done, I stood up and waved him off, "Thanks!"

"Where are you going?"  

"Going back to surf, where else?"

"You're staying here, woman!"

"I'm not a kid...Miles." 

"Less risk of having more injuries is when you stay here."

"You're not my dad," I yelled at him. 

"I know, I am not. But please, Bree, stop being stubborn."

"Staying here wouldn't heal my wound. Swimming in the ocean would heal it. The sea has these healing properties."

"Hmmm..." He placed both his hands on his hips. I resist the urge to look at his body. The solid 6-pack abs showcased that I wasn't able to internalize the entire time. I bit the insides of my cheek. A doctor and he's hot. Who has all the time to work out and maintain a body like that? Well, him, of course. 

I shook my head, "I've seen a documentary on it!"

"So you believe documentaries than a doctor who is right in front of you?" He chuckled, "Also, I won our bet."

"You had that bet by yourself, I didn't agree with it. Fine, if I don't surf, I'm going home!" I grabbed my stuff in my locker and headed out. 

"Wait! Bree, Wait." Not bothering to look back and continued walking back to the main beach. He ran to catch up and now he was beside me. He continued, "Let me walk you back to your car at least."

"So the asshole is now a gentleman? Last time I checked, from the first day we met, you were an asshole then you were a flirt who was sizing me up. And now you want to walk me to my car?"

"Yes, Bree." His smile reached his ears.

I noticed in his wide smile that he had dimples. He's more handsome when he smiles and hotter when he's tanned up. He isn't as scary as I thought. Miles has this soft aura on his face. But sadness was seen in his eyes. He's as heartbroken as me, I think. By the looks of it, his stare could strike a person. Regardless of his stare, you could still melt with the colors of his eyes. It was just like the hues of the waves. Gentle and lethal--all at once. It frightened me so much more.

"Fine."