"Get out of here, and don't pull shit like this again. High school ends, you know. Then it's just you in the real world, and no letterman jacket will help you." Caden waves him off and turns back towards the girl once he's gone, laughing a little and hauling the laptop bag up onto the dry sand where it's safe.

He smiles even as he shivers, thin tee shirt clinging wetly to his muscular frame, and runs his fingers through his hair to get it up off of his forehead. "At least there's that. I'm a writer, so I know how precious a laptop can be."

Her lips are starting to go pink again, instead of a ghastly white, and Caden nods a little in relief. It makes him a little nervous that she doesn't want to see a doctor, but it's her choice. "I'm Caden, by the way."