Pull: A Seaside Novel

How do you write one boys story when you're still stuck on the other one? Easy, you include them both ;) See clearly I have issues with love triangles, but never fear, this book has a happy ending...but I can't say the same for the third book in the series, "Shatter." (insert evil laugh here)

Here is an excerpt of Pull, written almost entirely in Demetri's POV with certain breaks where we get to see the girls POV as well ;) Enjoy!

Demetri

            I was still so stoked she was holding my hand that I nearly tripped on my own feet as I led her out of the alleyway.

            Classy. I had officially made out with the hottest girl on the planet in the middle of an alleyway in Seaside, Oregon. The old Demetri would have given me a high five. But she deserved better than that.

            Which is why it was important that she had fun right now.

            “Hurry.” I tugged her arm towards the opposite end of the street. When we reached the destination I triumphantly threw my hands in the air and yelled “Bumper cars.”

            “I’ve never done this before.” She laughed breathlessly.

            “You live here? How could you just pass it by?”

            She shrugged, “I know, it’s strange. I was always too scared when I was little and then after the accident, the whole car thing…” Her crystal blue eyes met mine, I wanted to punch myself for being so insensitive. She had survived a car crash and I was taking her to bumper cars. Really? How stupid could I be?

            “Its fine. I want to do it.” She put her hands on her hips and exhaled. “I can do it.”

            “Are you sure?”

            “Totally.” She nodded once and walked further into the outdoor carnival area. It was like a garage on the street. They had the bumper cars and Tilt-A-Whirl covered just in case it rained. Which it usually did nearly every day during the winter and spring. It wasn’t helpful for those who were fighting depression or drug addictions for that matter. I swear I still couldn’t figure out how half the population wasn’t addicted to something or another.

            I paid the man and ran to the red car. Little kids shuffled around us. Being competitive, I felt the need to trash talk a bit. The kids ate it up. And one tiny nerdy kid stole the red car. I’ll get him later.

            Alyssa chose the pink car, naturally.

            I chose the black one, because I’m bad ass, at least that’s what I announced, much to a few parents horrified stares that I had in fact just said ass in front of their first graders.

            I mouthed sorry and looked over at Alyssa who was trying to keep herself from laughing.

            The alarm went off and I went straight for her.

            She threw her head back and laughed then moved her car forward toward the little kid in front of her.

            “Watch it!” he yelled. He was missing several of his teeth and wore a shirt that said “Darth Vader Lives.”

            She hit him again.

            Good girl.

            “MOM!” The kid yelled and rammed his car back into Alyssa. She didn’t even move, just waved at the little guy and took off hitting another one.

            I seriously needed to take her to laser tag.

            “Gotcha,” I hit her car, softly, because she’s a girl. She whipped her little bumper car around so fast I didn’t have time to get away. I quickly realized my error but it was too late. I was trapped.

            She rammed me with her car so hard mine went backwards.

            Girl, shmril. It. Was. On.

            With a war cry straight out of the movie 300, at least that’s’ how I envisioned it, I drove after her.

            Tunnel vision took over as I steered my car towards hers. I had five feet and then. Crash.

            A little car rammed me from the right.

            Darth Vader kid was nodding his head and blowing smoke from his pudgy little hands. I tried to get out of my car, you know to teach him a lesson, but it was so small that I was stuck.

            The cars stopped. And all the little kids hopped out.

            I was still stuck.

            “Need help?” Alyssa asked leaning over my shoulder. My right knee was caught underneath the car. I was seriously contemplating just lifting the car like a skirt and walking off, but then I’d be flinstoning it all the way back to the house in the rain.

            “I got it.” I didn’t mean to snap, but my manhood was at stake.

            “Do you?” She walked around the car and stood in front of me, arms crossed. “Prove it.”

            “Fine.” I bit out then tried to push out of the car. Seriously, I fit in it how could I not get out of it?

            “Need help yet?”

            I looked down and shook my head, “No, I can do this.”

            She gave me a patronizing smile as I tried to move my foot to the side and get my knee out from underneath the metal car. The little alarm went off again signaling the next riders to get in their cars.

            Great, my hell was right here. Surrounding by little kids in a tiny car forever going nowhere.

            “Stop panicking.” Alyssa stepped towards me and reached into the car. Okay so I wasn’t panicking, per say. I was actually doing fine until she reached her delicate hand into my personal space and slowly ran her hand down my knee and pulled it underneath the metal entrapment with ease.

            Her eyes met mine as she slowly pulled back.

            Holy hell. I was going to be showing a lot more than a smile if I had to get out of this car now. And there were children present. Great, I’m sure somewhere that meant a ticket or at least prison.

            I swallowed and took a few deep breaths before quickly jumping from the car and grabbing her hand. Together, we ran out of there into the cool night air, which helped me alleviate the situation.

            Well, that and the cold rain now pelting my face.

            “Did you drive down here?” I pulled her into a nearby store so we wouldn’t get soaked.

            “Ya, my cars down C street.”

            “Mine’s down that way too. I’ll walk you to your car.”

            Her face scrunched up into a frown, “Is our date over?”

            I grinned like a fool, “Lyss, this wasn’t a date.”

            Her face fell.

            I pulled her into a hug even though she fought me. “My dates are way cooler than this. I can promise you that.”

            “Oh ya?” She challenged.

            I chuckled and kissed her hair, “ya, this was just for cheering up.”

            “Who says I’m sufficiently cheered?” She pulled away and put her hands on her little hips.

            “Fine,” I licked my lips and leaned in, “What else will cheer you up?”

            “My turn.” She grabbed my hand and drug me outside. We ran down the street until we reached the old carousel mall. With a giant grin she tugged me inside. We jogged past people and then stopped right in front of the carasoul.