I decided to go ahead and update twice today! I hope y'all like it and don't worry, plenty of Adam is coming up soon!

-Hayley :)

I took a deep breath, inhaling my Dunk's coffee. Oh yes, I desperately needed this coffee. I quickly moved to the left to avoid a jogger on the boardwalk and headed toward the Surf Shack. I reached for the handle, slightly dreading work today.

This week has been fairly slow and I think Jessie is going out of his mind being cooped up in the shop lately. Lord knows what he will get himself into if we don't get lessons or something anytime soon. And by saying getting himself into something I really mean, how am I going to suffer for his boredom?

I dropped my purse and keys behind the counter and thoughtlessly headed to the back to check the tide for the day. First mistake there.

I couldn't stop thinking about yesterday with Jared. This whole going to rehab thing has me mind boggled. I truly can't wrap my head around the fact that Golden Boy Dessen actually drank himself into rehab. Nor do I believe that any ex-girlfriend of his would be the source. First of all, he is the only human being on the planet that can actually break up with a girl and she is somehow okay with it.

I've always wanted to sit in on it. I want to know what he says to the girl for that to happen. It's truly impressive.

Second of all, he doesn't even date seriously. Not seriously enough for him to get close enough to a girl to where she could sink her dirty claws into him to actually make him slightly insane. It's just not Jared. Granted he has changed since Dad passed, but still.

I sat at the desk, typing on the keyboard to pull up the information I needed. I reached for my coffee that I had mindlessly set on the desk, like I always had, but didn't feel it. I glanced away from the computer to look for it and came up blank. Second mistake.

What the--

"Boo!"

I screamed and jerked away so hard I fell out of the chair and crashed onto the floor. I found my coffee.

"Dammit Jessie!" I shook my hand out. I landed on my wrist and right hip, which were currently in a puddle of my crushed coffee.

He laughed hysterically from behind me as I struggled to stand.

I angrily shoved the chair away from me and flipped over onto my other side to glare at him. He was a in a full body shark suit, his hands/fins, were clutched to his stomach.

"You're a dick," I spit out while trying to stand, but slipped on my coffee and landed hard back on my butt. I winced.

"Oh my--your face--your fall!" he continued laughing. I couldn't see his face behind the goofy shark suit, but I heard him suck in a deep breath to recover. He then stood up straight and began dancing.

I stared at him, my jaw slightly slack in shock. This asshole will be the sole reason I ever get in trouble with the law. I mean it.

Livid, I pulled myself up using the desk next to me and reached for a row hanging on the wall. He was too busy doing some goofy dance that I'll admit if I weren't so pissed I would probably be laughing at. I mean it was a purple shark suit. It was funny. He didn't notice me getting close to him.

With all the force I could muster, I smacked him with the thick row across his stupid shark head.

"Fuck!" He ducked and his fins covered his head. "Ow, Dess stop!" I continued after him as he waddled away from me.

"Quit!" he shrieked as I kept hitting him, pissed and soaked in coffee.

"You will die by the jaws!" He yelled before diving behind a rack of clothes. I tried to go around, but he had already waddled his way behind me. He wrapped his fin hands around my body and tackled me to the ground.

He had me pinned to the freezing concrete floor.

"Rawr, rawr, rawr!" he bumped me with his shark head, the fake cloth teeth hitting my ear.

"Stop it! You're so stupid!" I yelled, trying to shove him off of me.

He finally stopped and rolled off of me, laughing.

I huffed out of frustration and pushed myself up off of the floor, staring down at him. He was shaking he was laughing so hard.

He's literally wearing a purple shark suit. Gah, he was such a child.

Someone cleared their throat, making both of us snap back to reality.

Customer. Crap. Jessie jumped up clumsily in the shark suit and threw his fin hand out.

"Hi, I'm Jessie Jaws, how can we help you?"

As angry as I was, I still snorted out of amusement. What an idiot. The guy's face was priceless. He just stared at Jessie like he was some alien from a different planet. I stepped in front of Jessie and shoved his fin away from the guy.

"I know, I didn't realize someone could be so dumb either," I joked. "How can I help you?"

I walked off with the guy, leaving Jessie to clean up the coffee spill in the back. The guy was just looking for a gift for his daughter, which I mean awwww, but boy was he clueless. He couldn't tell me sizes or colors or styles.

It was hilarious, frustrating and adorable all at the same time.

After he was gone I sat back down behind the counter and kicked my feet up to relax. I was sticky and smelt like Dunkin Donuts coffee and I was trying very hard to ignore it because otherwise I would just want to pound him in the face.

He came waddling out of the back after a few more minutes. I smirked as he made his way toward me. He pulled the shark head off and he was wearing a wide grin.

"Tell me this isn't the best purchase I've ever made," he said.

"Definitely not," I murmured, swiveling to stay further away from him.

"Oh come on Baby Dess, I'm not going to bite," he sat next to me in the chair I'm usually in. He grinned again and elbowed me several times. "Get it?"

I rolled my eyes. "I got it."

"You're a buzzkill," he said and shoved me a little bit. "Smile Alice, it's good for you."

I met his hazel eyes with a bored look and raised an eyebrow. "You owe me a coffee."

He sighed and placed his shark head back on and reached down to turn up the music that always plays in the shack. He stood up and began dancing the MC Hammer can't touch this dance.

"You know you wanna laugh," he teased, still dancing. I stared at him, refusing to let how hilarious I actually found that to be shown. I would not give him the satisfaction of that.

The song changed to Justin Beiber and he stopped dancing and started pumping his fin in the air.

"If I was your boyfriend I'd never let you go, I could take you places you ain't never been before," he sang horribly along with the radio.

"Swag, swag," he moved his purple shark head from side to side with the beat.

The bubbles of laughter finally spilled over as I watched him move his fins in weird ways.

"I'd like to be everything you want, hey girl," he sang before breaking down in laughter.

"I hate him so much, but his songs are so damn catchy," he said, breathing hard and plopping into the seat next to me. He took his shark head off, his curly hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat. He let out a low whistle. "Getting hot in here," he glanced at me and winked. "Wanna join?" He waggled his eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes. "No thanks."

"Well I got you to smile so I've won this round!" Jessie slapped my thigh and stood up. "I've gotta take this thing off, I'm dying."

I sighed and swiveled back around to lean against the counter. After about a minute or so I heard him make his way back to the front and he plopped into the seat next to me, kicking his feet onto the counter.

"So we are taking a field trip next week," he began. I gave him a sideways glance, my eyebrow raised in question.

"High school," he said. I groaned. Ugh, almost as bad as the kid's camp.

"I thought you guys stopped that one after you nearly 'accidentally' slept with a teenage girl," I grumbled and crossed my arms, leaning back in the chair.

He gave me a flat look. "I did not do that and we haven't done it in three years, but the principal called about a senior class trip from a high school about two hours away."

"Where at?"

He held his arm like he was going to flex and pointed below his bicep. I nodded in recognition. We use our arm as a way to give directions here at the Cape because that's what it's shaped like. If you're a tourist, don't be surprised to see one of us, the locals, inadvertently do this as we explain where something might be.

Sturgis Charter Public School. One of the best schools in the state...heck one of the best schools in the country.

"Well that should be fun," I grumbled and picked at a sponsor sticker peeling off on the counter.

"All the guys are going to want you to be their coach," he waggled his eyebrows at me. I rolled my eyes and smacked his shoulder.

"Shut up."

"By the way, good job on puking on the guy the other night," he said scooting his chair closer to the counter so he could begin rearranging the shirts that were strewn all over the place. "I really am going to have to teach you to get the guy aren't I?"

I scowled. "It's your fault I puked."

"You were the one that took the shots," he held his hands up.

"You kept shoving them in my face!" I shot back.

He smirked and leaned back. "You should never succumb to peer pressure Baby Dess."

I stared at him, dumbfounded, before looking away, shaking my head. He is insufferable. What an idiot.

He slapped my leg and grinned. "By the way Yeti, we have a lesson at two today, can you drive the van?"

I sighed, not acknowledging his new nickname for me. I hate the van. It's so ugly and embarrassing to drive. Not to mention, it's a piece of junk.

............................................

I parked the van on the street in front of the lifeguard post. I took the keys out and threw them in the backpack I used to carry things when we had lessons.

I saw a mom standing with her two young kids who were jumping up and down out of excitement. I groaned. Kids. I'm terrible with kids.

I glanced up and down the beach to see where Jesse was, hoping he wouldn't leave me hanging knowing how much I despise little kids. Jesse normally took the little kids. He was great with them, mostly because he was a child himself.

With a sigh, I hopped out of the van, backpack over my shoulder and rounded the corner to meet the family.

"Hi! My name is Alice. Jesse and I will both be giving you lessons today!" I strained a smile as I looked at the little girl who was beaming. The little boy next to her, I'm assuming her little brother, was squatting up and down out of excitement.

So weird.

"Oh hi!" The mother looked relieved. "My boss just called and I have to run an errand real quick, is it okay if I'm not here for a part of it?"

Panic struck me. What?!

I blinked and forced a smile. "Of course!" I beamed.

Oh shit. I stared at the two kids who were grinning at me. Oh my gosh, this was not going to end well.

.........

"Stop!" I shrieked as I tried pulling the little girl named Grace off of her little brother, River.

"Give it back to me!" Grace whined, slapping River's back. River was giggling like a mad man while he clutched Grace's "prized sea shell" to his chest in the sand. She was on top of him and slapping him like crazy.

Jeez how were they so strong? I couldn't separate them.

I knew people were beginning to stare and I was mortified. I was going to be receiving some complaints over this and I was certainly going to kill Jesse for this.

"Grace, come on get off of him!" I squeaked, still trying to pry her off of him. She only held tighter and squealed out of frustration.

I immediately let go so people wouldn't think it was my fault.

Jeez, for someone named Grace, she wasn't very nice.

Panicked, I stared around the beach and glanced back at the two kids fighting in the sand.

Oh my gosh, what do I do?

"I'm half meerkat, half Mexican! Don't mess with me!" she yelled.

I stared at her while she smacked her brother repeatedly, bewildered.

What did she just say?

"Okay!" I whipped around to see Jesse jogging over to us. His wetsuit, unzipped to his hips, was dripping. That asshole was surfing? Oh I was going to kill him.

He shook his wet hair and grinned at me as I glared at him, seething.

He quickly separated the two kids as if they weighed nothing and set them on opposite sides of him.

"Not what's the problem here?"

"He took my seashell!" she complained and stomped her tiny foot in the sand.

River hid it behind his back and shook his head rapidly.

"Nuh-uh!" he shot back.

Jesse perched his hands on his hips and laughed. He bent down to smile at her.

"Gracie, I bet I can find you an even better one, would you like that?"

Her eyes lit up and River suddenly stopped shaking his head.

"I want one!" he responded, jumping up and down, dropping the shell in the process. Are you kidding? Just like that?

I scowled and crossed my arms as I stared at the three children walking away from me searching for more seashells.

Jesse glanced back at me and winked.

Ugh, douchebag.