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blush like crazy.

I turned around and cleared my throat. "Umm, we went shopping yesterday, so I am sure you have clothes." 

I knew that he was smirking behind my back, "I forgot to get it." I could almost hear the laughter than he was about to spill in his voice.

I grabbed my clothes and zoomed off to the bathrrom without a backward glance.

I quickly showered and brushed my teeth. Outside I could hear Jason get ready to leave.

"Are you done?" he asked.

"Yes!" I said as I threw the towel aside, stepping out of the bathroom.

"Wait for me at the limo, I am checking out." he said. Our bags were already loaded into the back of the limo. I got inside, and asked the driver, "Excuse me sir, do you have any idea where we might to heading today?"

"Good morning, Ms. Cohen, sadly I don't know where you guys are going, but I am supposed to drive you to the airport." he said.

"Thank you." I said, shooting him a smile.

I sat down as Jason got into the limo.

We headed to the airport and got into Jason's private jet.

"Good morning, Mr. and Ms. Cohen, this is Captain William Smith again - " the pilot continued to talk as jason said, "So how was yesterday?"

I shrugged, "Nuhh, it was ok."

Jason smirked, brushing his index finger gently underneath my chin. The movement brought back a memory. It reminded me of the first time Jason had came into my life. The first time Jason actually touched me - on my chin. It also reminded me that this was not the first time I've sat on his jet. All of those memories came back - how much I hated him back them, how I've jugded him because he was rich, how much I didn't want to be with him . . . and how it all changed . . .

"Do you want breakfast?" Jason asked smiling.

I nodded, smiling back.

He snapped his fingers and the breakfast came.

"How you like waffles." he said, handing me the breakfast tray.

I tried to keep my face straight. All of the sudden, I didn't feel hungry.

I hate waffles . . . I thought, but of course I didn't want to tell him, it was rude.

I slowly peel the  aluminum foil back and a memory came back to him. When I ate waffles for breakfast and threw up in class because I felt sick.

I was about to pour the syrup when Jason stopped me.

"Wait." he said to me and turned to the flight attendance, "Threw it all away, get us another breakfast."

I could see that the flight attendance was shocked, but quickly covered it. She picked up the trays and hurried away before I could reject. But my jaws hung a little . . . why did Jason say that? How does he know?

"How did you know?" I asked.

He smiled a little while scratching the back of his head, "Well, I read your mind."

"What - ? How - ? What?" I asked confused.

"I have the power to." he said, smiling his lop - sided smile.

"How do you do that?" I asked.

"That's 'cause I'm a future Alpha. I could read my mates thought even before we mate." he said. I blushed.

He saw the memory. That's sooo embarrassing.

Kill me!!!

Don't need to, he'll accept you Layla said. I wish it was like that.

Jason chuckled a little, letting me know that he read my mind.

"Stop!" I said.

Jason laughed.

"Stop!" i said, "Please stop reading my mind. I swear! I am gonna die!"

"I'm ok with that, sweet cheeks."

"I'm not!!"

He brushed the hair out of my face and put his hand on the side of my neck and kissed my lips gently. I didn't know what was more embarrassing; letting someone see your most - embarrassed - moment - of - life or letting a flight attendance come just in time to see him kissing me.

I pushed his shoulders and blushed while the flight attendance speak, "Umm, h- here, sir. You're breakfast. E - enjoy."

I smoothed my shorts and fixed my hair.

"Beacon, scrambled eggs with an English muffin." Jason said, "Are you ok with that?"

I nodded, peeling the foil and started to eat.

"So where are we going?" I asked.

"Somewhere fun." Jason said, smiling. I rolled my eyes. I quickly finish my breakfast and watched as Jason ate him. I smiled a little, liking how he chews, his jaws look strong. I teared my eyes away from his jaws and open the window. I squinted as the sunlight pour in strongly.

I looked outside and looked down. All I see was the ocean - blue, blue and more blue. I smiled a little, admirering the incredable bluse. You will never see this near New York. It was beautiful, it almost seem unreal.

I stared out for who know how long, just long enough to see land.

"I see land!" I said, tugging onto Jason's arm. He leaned over me looked out of the window. Being this close to him, I could smell the shampoo that he was using and his cologne embraced him. My inside melted a little.

"Good we are almost there." he said.

The jet started to land and I felt excited. I don't know why, maybe it is because I know I am going to have a good time when him. I hope so.

We got off of the jet and headed towards the waiting limo.

"How did you get a private jet?" I asked, as I looked out of the limo window and onto his private jet. It was beautiful, such a luxery.

"I don't know. . . I guess it was because when I was younger I wanted to travel the world, so my father promised me he will get me a jet." he said.

"Do you know how to fly it?" I asked.

Jason smiled to himself, "I guess not. I never got lesson on it."

I laughed, "You have a jet but you don't know how to fly it?"

He smiled, "Well, I would reather relax on it than worry that I am going to crash it."

I smiled. "Wow, that's something interesting."

"But I tried flying it once with Captain William, but you know . . . I failed."

"What happened?" I asked.

"Well, I nearly crashed, the landing wheel came out when we were up in air, I nearly head towards a storm and a lot more of bad things." he said, "Don't know how I survived, but I didn."

I laughed, "You are terrible!"

"It's not easy and I would like to see you do it!" Jason said, rasing his eyebrow.

"NO!" I said, "I will die and it's not even my jet, I don't want to damage it."

"Well, I give you the permission to us it and who cares if it is damage, there is such thing as a repairing shop." he said like it was like the most obvious thing in the world.

"I pass! I would probably crash during take off." I said. Jason smirked. He just like knowing that he is better than everybody else. Typical Jason.

The car stopped and I realized that we were on a beach, a realy, really, nice beach - probably the most beautifulest beach ever.

"Wow, but what's with all the people." I asked as Jason helped me out of the limo.

Jason shoot me his smirk as he pulled me to a shop, "You'll see."

"Wait, where are we in the first place?" I asked.

"Hawaii."

"What?! The island that is right above a volcano?? NO!!!???" I exclaimed, "I don't want to die, what happens if the volcano erupted? What happens if I die? I don't want to die yet, I'm too young!"

"Be quiet, I checked for volcano eruption and there is no sign that it is going to be erupting." Jason said, pulling me into a bathing suit shop. Yeah, we didn't buy a bathing suit.

The shop only sells bikinis.

Really?!

"Here." Jason said, handing me an outfit. A black bikini.

"No this shop, please?" I asked.

"Just change." he said, pushing me into a changing room.

I reluctantly changed into it and looked at the mirror, I didn't look that bad. I steped out of the changing room. Jason nodded in approval and paid for the bikini. Surprisly, Jason already brought his truck suit. 

Wow, I must took a long time.

"Come here." he said, once we were outside of the shop, "Here."

"What?!" I said, looking at the white surfboard with a thin sky blue outlining.

"For you." he said, looking away.

"For me?" I asked. He nodded.

"Those are your favorite color, right?" he asked. I nodded, my heart fluttered knowing that he knows my favorite color.

I looked at him, i didn't know how I want to express how I feel right now. I wanted to hug him. I wanted to kiss him on the lips. I wanted to cry. I wanted to buy something in return, but I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure if I could do any of those. Instead, I said, "Thank you." and kissed him on the cheeks.

He looked away.

"Come on, we have to hurry." he said, grabbing his black surfboard.

"Why?" I asked.

"The competition is starting."

"What competition?" I asked.

"The surfing competition is starting."

"You are in it?" I asked, shocked. He could surf.

"Yeah, for you." he said. He pulled me to the front row where everyone was.

" . . . and the last contestant is Jason Cohen! Please give a big, big, BIG round of applause for all of the contestants!!!!!" the speaker announced. The crowd went wild and applause. I smiled at Jason.

"I'm going to win for you!" Jason shouted across the beach and smirked. I blushed.

"Are we ready, audience??!!" the speakers shouted out. The crowd screamed, especailly the women next to me.

"ARE WE READY??!!" the speakers said again. The crowd went loud again and this time, I screamed 'yes!' too.

"ALL RIGHT THEM, LET IT BEGIN! ON YOUR MARK, GET SET . . . GOOOOOO!!!" 

I cupped my hands around my mouth and shouted, "GO JASON!"

I smiled, cutching onto the surfboard.

He smirked at me and did his boyish salute. I couldn't help but smile back before he turned around and continue running to the water.

"Oh, look! I see a really good wave going ashore, let's see who is going to catch this one?!" the speaker said. I watched as Jason paddled his way through the water.

I just notice that he was good at surfing, really good at surfing. And I just found out that he could surf - I never knew that. When I first saw Jason I usually think of a rich, spoiled brat who does nothing but party all day and all night long, making out with another girl in find of his ex or something like that, or playing video games all day like tomorrow is going to be the end of the world.

"Just look at Cohen and Hannings, trying to fight their way to that big wave, you can do one hell of a trick on that way!" the speaker said.

I stared at Jason and that guy that was right next to him, thinking that that guy is probably Hannings.

"OH! They are just a few yeards away from the wave and let's see who is going to make it. I think this is going to be a very interesting competition, don't you think people?" the speakers said and the crowd screamed.

"Just look! Is it me or is Hannings slowing down? Is he really going to give it up to Jason that easily?" 

The crowd went wild; I couldn't tell if they were telling Hannings not to give up or cheer Jason to go on. I didn't care, I just kept my eyes on Jason as he went closer and closer to the wave. I watched as he slowly got ready to stand up. He bented forward and stood up riding above the wave. The whole crowd cheered to the top of their lunges. I jumped up screaming, "Woahhhhh!!!!!"

"That was sick!!! More points for Cohen!" the speaker shouted, as I watched Jason rode into the tunnel of the wave and around the edge of the next wave, "Wait, just look at the Hannings that we all know - never giving up. Even though Hannings didn't catch