“Hey!” He spins around, douses her back.
She squeals so loud—like a little girl—I feel like my ears are gonna split.
She also makes sure to bob up and down as she treads waterin front him so that her chest peeks over the surface.
I’m furious.
I take another scorching sip of Mad Dog, then thunk it down on the pier.
Loud enough so that Luke peels his eyes from Blair for a sec and glances back at me. I lift my eyebrows at him as if to say,Be my guest. Go ahead and flirt with the boring rich bitch.
But he doesn’t take the bait, just turns back to Blair, who continues her bob-and-titty show. Then she paddles toward him until she’s only inches away, her bare titties almost touching his chest.
He clears his throat, red marks staining his neck. He looks like he’s under a spell. And why wouldn’t he be?
Fucking Blair. Get the hell off my man.
“Hey, Nellie,” Jane says, twisting around and fixing me with a sarcastic stare.
“Greetings,” I say in my snidest voice. “Care for a snort?” I shake the bottle at her, daring her to say no.
“Suuuure,” she purrs, taking it from me. She cocks her head back, downs more than even Luke. Passes it back. “Needed that. Thanks.”
It’s not, like, super noticeable, probably to anyone but me, yet she, too, seems annoyed by Luke and Blair, coolly watching them.
“Do it one more time!” Blair shrieks.
Luke takes a long drag; then his cheeks inflate and deflate as he blows smoke rings.
Gag. She’s acting like she’s never seen this before. I fucking hate herso much right now.
“Let me try,” Jane says, lifting the smoke from Luke’s fingers.
“Hey, that was mine!” he says, but in a playful way.
Jane sucks in the biggest drag ever, flips her head back, then puffs out the longest trail of smoke rings I’ve ever seen.
“Dayum, girl,” Luke says.
Instead of passing him back the cig, though, Jane flicks it far into the river with an angry snap of her fingers.
Luke hangs his head. Turns back to me. “Hey, can I have another swig?”
I lean over, making sure my boobs are pressed together to show off my cleavage, then hand him the bottle back.
His eyes are finally on me. I feel like I’m going to pass out with how fast my head is spinning.
Taking a drink from the bottle, he keeps staring at me.
I’m pushing my hair out of my face when I feel a tug at my back, feel my top slithering down.
What the fuck?
Blair’s evil cackle fills my ears.
That heifer snuck up behind me, undid my bikini top! I’m gonna fucking kill her!
My boobs dangle out for everyone to see; Luke’s eyes are pasted onto them. Shame fills every pore on my body. I know he can see my scar, dark and wormy, just under my left nipple. He’s definitely disgusted. Has to be.
