Stalk Me

“Don’t give me any shit, okay. It’s cold this morning, so I’m definitely wearing my wetsuit.” I roll the full wetsuit up my legs, over my waist, and then struggle with one of the sleeves.

Brooklyn grabs the sleeve, turns it right-side out, and smirks at me. “Helps when it’s not inside out.”

Wetsuits are a pain in the ass to get into because they fit so tight. I turn toward Brooklyn, pull the sleeve on, and do a little shimmy to get it up over my shoulders. Brooklyn tries to help me just as I succeed, and his hand ends up sprawled across my bikini top.

I freeze.

I can barely breathe. I think all the air just got sucked off the beach.

Brooklyn removes his hand from my boob, grabs the big wetsuit zipper from down by my crotch, and slowly zips up the suit. His eyes are glued to the zipper as it snakes its way up my body.

I swear, I think he purposely tries to torture me.

His eyes move upward to my face, and he smiles at me, flashing perfect white teeth that contrast with his bronzed skin. That smile always makes my heart beat just a little faster.

“Now that Keats has her skirt on, we can get out there,” he says to Damian.

Damian looks down at his chest. “I’m nipping out just standing here. I don’t care if you think wearing a wetsuit makes me a girl. I’m cold.” He runs back up to Brooklyn’s house, leaving us alone. It’s safe to say that I may have a teensy crush on the boy.

“You look tired,” he tells me.

“I didn’t get much sleep last night. I was at a party.”

“With your boy-friend?” he drawls, making boyfriend sound like a dirty word. For some reason I’ve yet to determine, Brooklyn doesn’t like Sander.

“Yes, with my boyfriend and all my friends from school. What’d you do?”

“Just hung out with Damian. Played some COD. Chilled. You know he leaves in a week?”

“Yeah, I know. I’m going to the di

“I don’t know. You know I don’t like that ritzy shit.”

“B, you live in a house in Malibu. That’s ritzy shit.”

“You know what I mean. It’s at some pretentious hotel. Damian has to wear a fucking suit. How’s that a party for him?”

“Damian looks good in a suit. You would too. And I got the cutest dress to wear. And the shoes I got—ohmigawd, they’re adorable.”

“Your boyfriend coming?”

“No, I’m going with Mom and Tommy. You could come with me.”

Or you could stalk me.

Or kiss me.

Or date me.

Or love me.

Or take me to your room and attack me.

“Will you help me figure out what to wear?”

I smile at him. “That’s practically my specialty.”

He shakes his head back and forth like it’s a tough decision.

“They’re having a seafood buffet before di

Brooklyn grins at me and then touches my hand. “Bet it won’t be as good as our spicy shrimp.”

I can’t help but grin back. Spicy shrimp at Buddy’s is kind of our thing. Brooklyn and I hang out a lot, but it’s always just as friends.

Sadly.

All guys want in a girl’s pants.

10am

I come in from the beach to find Mom and Tommy having what appears to be a serious conversation. I overhear the words sex scene and know what they’re talking about. Mom recently filmed some very steamy scenes for the movie she’s shooting. The buzz is that this role will finally win her an Academy Award. She had been wavering back and forth about whether or not she should do the scenes and how they might affect her good-girl image.

“Sit down, honey. Tommy and I were just talking about sex.”

I roll my eyes at them. “I really don’t need to hear any more about your sex scenes. Aren’t you done with them by now?”

“I am, but this is a good lesson for you. I’ve been very careful about my image. Although sex sells, the love scenes I’ve done in the past have been very clean. Practically chaste. But for this film, I felt the sex scenes were necessary for me to immerse myself in the role. Now that it’s over, and I’ve gotten to see how they’ve put the dailies together, I know I made the right decision. The scenes make the film more powerful.”

“Oh gosh. Am I going to be embarrassed by them? Are my friends going to see you naked?!”

“Not completely naked. But the scenes are very graphic, pretty erotic. Although they couldn’t show everything and keep the R rating, it’s still pretty obvious what’s going on. I don’t know what will end up in the final cut, but what I saw showed my boobs.” She stops and laughs. “Well, they were stunt boobs, and then pretty much everything except the actual vajayjay.”

“Ohmigawd, Mom, I am not four. You can say vagina. Hell, someone already taught Gracie that word.”

Tommy laughs and raises his hand. “That was me. She walked in as I was getting out of the shower, and we had to have the whole boy- and girl-parts talk. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t bring myself to call it a vajayjay. Plus, I read in some parenting magazine that it’s best to tell them the proper names.”

“You’ve read a parenting magazine?” I ask.

“There was one left on your mom’s set. I was bored. Flipped through it.”

“Back to the subject at hand,” Mom says. “You may be a little embarrassed by them, Keatyn. Like I said, they’re pretty graphic. There’s even a shot of a penis nearing the backside. Although, once again, it was a stunt penis and a stunt backside; but it doesn’t look that way.”

I cringe. “Oh. God. You better win an award for this is all I’ve got to say.”

“If you decide to act someday, you’ll have to make decisions like this. Tommy says he’ll support me and the kids if everyone hates it.”

“Everyone will love it,” Tommy says.

Mom laughs. “Even that fan of mine has been encouraging.”

“What’d the creeper say this time?” I ask.

“Nothing really. Just that he’d heard I was probably going to win awards for the role. Wished me good luck.”

“I guess that’s kinda sweet,” I say. “So you’re sure it won’t hurt your image?”

Tommy puts his hand on his chest and pretends to be serious. “Honestly, I’m a little worried it might hurt my image.”

Mom and I laugh. Tommy used to be the man in Hollywood who always had a different girl on his arm.

Tommy says, “So how’s your life going, baby? Heard the Lambo rumbling in at four this morning.”

“I had to drive, because Sander got drunk. Again. I’m thinking about breaking up with him, honestly.”

“Really?” Mom says with surprise. “You’ve been together for so long, and you’re just the cutest couple.”

“I know. I mean, I can’t do it now. Prom is next week. I have my dress. We have plans. But after prom, I think I might. So, hey, good talk. I’m go

Mom looks at me with a shrewd eye. “Is there something between you and Brandon? You go over there a lot without Sander.”

“That’s because Sander thinks he’s too good to have to clean up, and I don’t think Cush should have to do it himself. Besides, Cush is a player; not really my type.”

“It’s very sweet of you to help him, honey, but I gotta say, players can be fun.” She gives Tommy her sexy smile and kisses his neck.

“I know all about your love affair and don’t need to see any PDA, thank you very much.” I roll my eyes again as Tommy pulls Mom onto his lap.

I shouldn’t roll my eyes, though. I totally wish someone wanted to play me.

Like maybe my boyfriend?

I start to walk out of the kitchen, but I stop. “So I don’t get it, Mom. You always warned me about players. About how all they want is to get in your pants. About how I should wait until I’m in love. So what do you do when a guy loves you, but he doesn’t want in your pants?”

 “What do you mean?” Tommy asks. He looks very confused. “That makes no sense. All guys want in girls’ pants.”