Brody arrived at the beach after lunch, and immediately gravitated towards his group of friends without sparing Finn a glance. He wore his shorts, the same ones Finn had peeled from his legs the day before, and his shark tooth necklace, that Finn had tugged on when he lay a delicate kiss to his lips. Finn watched Brody, hoping he would turn at the weight of his stare but he didn’t. Brody lifted his chin high and smiled smugly at his friends. He had reverted to his confident surfer self, as if the day before hadn’t happened.
Trent sighed tiredly, then removed his shades. “Told you so, he’s not interested.”
“He’s with his friends.”
“So? He could at least acknowledge you,” Trent gestured to himself. “It’s not like we’re hard to see.”
Finn picked at his nails and c****d his jaw. He heard B
