My gaze dropped to the huge chest as the words left my mouth. My conclusion was that if a car tried to run him over then it would only be the vehicle that got hurt.

"I thought you had a motorbike, Ghost Rider." I mentioned with a challenging tone "I have only seen your black truck."

"A motorbike only takes two." Stone rebutted with a hint of amusement to his monotonous gruff voice "If you wanted it to be only the two of us then you should have asked."

I rolled my eyes while I quickly disclosed "No, thank you."

"You could just follow behind us or you can leave the car here and walk to school tomorrow." Brennan suggested to me.

I hated exercise but I knew there was no point in taking two cars to the beach.

"Okay." I nodded while deciding "I'll just leave my car here."

Brennan and Lana made their way around the truck to get in at the other side meanwhile I reached for the door handle.

Stone got there first and opened the door for me before asking "Do you need a hand up, Medusa?"

There was a significant height between the ground and the car, but it was not a large enough one for me to struggle to climb into the truck.

"I am not that small!" I exclaimed to the man towering over me.

I got into the truck and sat beside Lana in the back. I looked around at the interior of the car while sitting back in the extremely comfortable leather seat.

The truck was lavish. Each seat was leather with spongy armrests and headrests. Each door of the car had twelve buttons that controlled something different.

I had no clue about cars, but I knew that this one was expensive. I wanted to know how Stone could afford a truck like this and a motorbike.

Stone adjusted the rear-view mirror. He tilted it so significantly to the side that I managed to look up and see his reflection in the mirror.

Lana looked at the back of Brennan's head when she spoke up "How often do you go to the beach?"

The car pulled out of the school grounds onto the main road and the large veiny hand shifted the gear stick.

"Every day." Brennan finally answered the question "I have never gone twenty-four hours without surfing the waves."

"What happens if you do?" Lana teased "Does a sea monster come and eat you?"

Brennan turned his head towards us, and he smiled while explaining "Every day is a new wave. Never two days does the same wave surface. It would be a shame to miss one."

I leant over to Lana and whispered, "I feel like what he said is a metaphor but even I don't understand it."

The car radio blasted a song that I immediately recognised as one by Nirvana as we continued driving along the road.