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“Um…” I contemplate that before Macke
“Here you go.” She hooks her arm in mine leading me forward. “Problem solved.”
“Ke
“No Maddy, I am sure it is his money and if its not that’s between him and the person. Let’s go.” She pulls my arm a little closer to her and down the beach.
I glance at jock boy over my shoulder and see him staring at us walking away. Most likely he is checking out Macke
That night after an exhausting afternoon of shopping with Macke
“You look smokin’ Maddy.” Ke
“Macke
“Stop it Mad.” She hisses my way grabbing her clutch.
“Stop what?”
“Stop trying to cover yourself up or pull your dress down. You look hot. The guys will be drooling.” She hooks her arm through mine.
“I have had my fill of boys this year. I am good until next year.” I confess.
“Oh some i
We get a cab right away once the bellhop imagines Macke
The club called The City is massive. It has three floors and bars are in every corner. Girls dressed in more clothes than Macke
“Let’s go get a drink.” Macke
“This is going to take forever, let’s grab a shot from one of those girls and dance.” I point to one of the neon shot trays.
“Awesome idea” she tucks at my arm and I follow her.
We buy two shots a piece clicking the alcohol filled test tubes together cheering to our friendship. Under normal circumstances I am not into dancing in public but the music is so loud and there are so many people on the dance floor it is the people who aren’t dancing that look out of place. For some reason I push all my inhibitions to the side tonight. I don’t want to think about school, my mom or the Basso brothers. I don’t want to care what I look like or what people are thinking to consume my thoughts. I just want to feel the music and dance. Be carefree and fun with my best friend.
I am doing a great job of doing just that until some guys come up grinding behind us. I never understood why guys thought they could do that to girls. Like because we are shaking our bodies to the music it is an invitation for them to rub their junk across our asses. Isn’t that some sort of sexual harassment?
Macke
“Get off me.” I scream but he probably hears a whisper over the loud music.
“What the fuck bitch?” He comes towards me again.
“Did I ask you to grind your dick against my ass?” I ask him not backing down.
“If you don’t want it you shouldn’t shake it like that.” His words are slurring and I just want him gone.
“Whatever, just go away.” I put my hand in his face.
“Bitch” he murmurs before finally walking away from me.
“Way to go Maddy!” Macke
I am downing my fourth shot picking green this time completing all the colors. I am buzzed but the dancing has kept me sober enough that we won’t get in trouble. Sca
“Maddy? Right?” I deep voice comes up next to me and I step back hesitant. Macke
“Hey are you trying to pick pocket people here. I can imagine you would clean up pretty good.” I smile at jock boy from this afternoon at the beach.
“Yeah, I have my whole team here tonight.” He laughs showing a dimple in his left cheek. It’s adorable.
“I better keep my money close to my chest then.” I pat where my money is hidden between my boobs in my bra. I don’t know if it is the shots making me flirt so blatantly or just being in a different country. I haven’t been myself tonight but I am loving who I am.
“Careful. That’s the first place a thief might look.” He stares down at my chest raising his eyebrows in humor.
“Well, I keep it well guarded.” I smirk back to him.
“Let me buy you a drink. I was fortunate to find some money on the beach.” He motions over to a small bar a couple feet away that only sells beer and pre-mixed bottle drinks.
“You have to buy my friend one too.” I point over to Macke
“Of course.” He says.
“Macke
“Hey, if it isn’t the crook.” She laughs.
“He is going to buy us some drinks with his new found money.” I tell her and she nods her head in agreement.
“Miles Clybourn.” He holds his hand out to me.
“Madeline Je
“What do you prefer? Beer or wicked lemonade?” He asks having to whisper it in my ear for me to hear him.
“Beer for me and wicked lemonade for her.” I get close to his ear and when he turns his head showing me he heard me our lips are so close it would take the slightest movement before they would touch. Do I want them to touch?
Miles pays for our drinks and we both say thank you. He asks us if we want to go to his friends table in the back where it is a little quieter and we follow him. Macke