The boys went to the supermarket after we left the beach, and we arranged to meet up later for the booze cruise. The weather was still stifling, the sun refusing to settle below the horizon despite the hours getting later and later. Leigh and I decided to stop off for a cold drink, and catch up.
Leigh brought two ice cold lemonades over, and I watched as she placed them down, smiling widely. Her hair was twisted into a french braid, freckles that I hadn’t noticed before appearing all over her body. She looked relaxed and happy, and I wished I felt the same. I couldn’t shake off the feeling someone had been watching us earlier, but despite searching I hadn’t seen anyone in particular.
I smile in response to the loaded statement, dragging my hair into a mock ponytail as I try not to laugh at her expectant expression.
“Talk,” she commanded, taking a large gulp of her drink.
“I feel like I’m evil for being with Adrian,” I confessed, as I gazed out onto the street, the pavement baking below the sun as crickets chirped from some hidden location. Leigh nodded, before holding her hand out to mine.
“You know that saying, you can’t help who you fall in love with?”
I roll my eyes as she holds her hand up, refusing to let me dismiss her.
“Nope, you need to hear me out.”
She sat back in her seat, her bronzed skin glistening with sweat as she fans herself with her hand. She reached over, sipping her drink this time as I waited patiently.
“Adrian is a super nice guy...and Rachel is, well, Rachel. She’s a bitch, let’s be honest.”
I didn’t argue, simply raised my eyebrows as she continued.
“This is just a fucked up situation. If she wouldn’t have boycotted his holiday you and him wouldn’t be in this position right now,” she takes a breath, and I frown at her.
She grins, before looking at me with excitement.
“You know I believe in fate. I think you and Adrian would’ve happened sooner or later. I wondered if you ever would, but I’m genuinely so happy that you have. You adore each other, it is so cute.”
I feel warm inside, nothing to do with the blazing heat any more.
“I just feel shit in a way, not that it will stop me, but I almost feel like I need to clear the air with Rachel,” I say carefully, as Leigh stares at me in disbelief.
“No you fucking don’t! Don’ talk such shit,” exclaims Leigh, gasping as she does. “You’re too nice, you know that? Send her a video of you kissing him- a la Justin Timberlake. That should give her something to chew on.”
I can’t help but consider Leighs words. In a way she was right- Rachel was vile and didn’t deserve any kind of olive branch.
“I mean, you know what I think is really odd?” continues Leigh, lifting her foot to rest it on the chair as she examines her perfectly painted toenails. “Why is she still here? Technically she is on her own in Spain at eighteen. Why hasn’t she flown the fuck home?”
The uneasy feeling I’d had earlier filters back into my body as I frown, under Leigh’s intense gaze.
“What?” she asks, and I sigh heavily.
“I know this sounds really dramatic but...what if she has stayed out here for revenge?”
The air is silent for a moment, before Leigh laughs nervously.
“What the fuck? Like she’s gonna try and drown you in the hotel pool or something?”
I shift so my legs are crossed, instantly regretting it when my inner thighs stick together.
“I wouldn’t put anything past her, Leigh. Earlier today on the beach I felt someone staring at me-”
“Yeah, half the guys on the beach,” she snorts, as I roll my eyes.
“No, it was weird. It must be her.”
Leigh watches me for a moment before shrugging.
“Look, just don’t be on your own,” my eyes widen at her words and she holds her hand up in defence. “I don’t think she is going to try to kill you or anything, but desperate women and all that.”
I groan as she leans forward, a mischievous grin on her lips.
“In other news, hot hot is Harley?! I need a bit of him later.”
The conversation turns to more regular stuff, and I’m grateful. We finish our drinks and pick up some water from the supermarket before heading back to the hotel. My heart is in my mouth when I see Adrian sitting on the steps outside, Rachel standing before him with her hands on her hips. I hesitate, but Leigh pulls me along beside her. Adrian looks pissed off, and Rachel just looks upset. Adrian catches my eye and smiles, before going to stand up.
“Seriously Adrian?” Rachel huffs, her eyes narrowing as I wave at him dismissively. The last thing I wanted was to be that bitch- and I’m not like that naturally. I was well aware they would need to talk things out- I didn’t want Adrian thinking he had to jump every time I turned up.
Adrian looks confused, but he soon turns back to Rachel, who is ripping into him again. Leigh and I walk into the air conditioned reception, breathing a sigh of relief as the cool air soothes out parched skin.
“Let him deal with that twat,” mutters Leigh, linking her arm with mine. “We have a booze cruise to get ready for. You are going to look insane, and he will forget all about her.”
I smile confidently, wishing I felt it inside. Something was really niggling at me, and I couldn’t put my finger on what it was. I decide to just try to put it out of my mind, and I start getting ready.
“What are you wearing?” I call out to Leigh who yells back that she is wearing something tight and short.
I chew on my lip as I sift through my clothes, stopping instantly when I spot the dress I want to wear. It’s perfect for the warm evening, yet classy enough to still be ‘dressy’. I shower, taking time to shave under my arms and my legs, marvelling at how dark my skin is. I love it when I tan deeply- it always makes my eyes stand out which is definitely my favourite feature.
I come out, slathering my body with moisturiser, before running curl cream through my crazy hair. I scrunch it for some time, before leaving it to dry naturally. It didn’t take long in this heat, and luckily it didn’t frizz too much in the humidity. I didn’t care if it did- it was my hair and I was proud of it- frizz or not!
I slide the dress on, relieved it wasn’t too thick, the silky fabric caressing my skin as I notice how snug it is.
“Does this look ok? I’ve clearly gained a few pounds since I last wore it,” I grumble as Leigh shakes her head, zipping it up easily at the back.
“You look lovely. I wish I had your figure,” she moans, whilst inspecting her own reflection critically. She had gone for a simple black mini skirt and off shoulder black top, her legs looking like they went on forever in her high heels. She was beautiful, inside and out.
“Leigh, you’re gorgeous too. Let’s just fuck off and marry each other,” I joke, as she grins.
“Is that a proposal?”
I tilt my head to the side before nodding enthusiastically.
“Yeah girl, what do you say?”
We laugh as we finish our make up- I decide to opt for mascara and my eyebrows only- anything else I wore would just melt off my face. It was so hot.
About twenty minutes later, we were ready to go. My shoes were high enough to make me a little taller than usual, but I could walk just fine in them, run if need be.
“Where are we meeting the boys?” Leigh asks, turning around to examine her butt in the mirror one last time.
“Reception. We’re late.”
“So? All good things come to those who wait. You’d know all about that,” she sings, as we lock the door behind us. We make our way to reception and end up sharing the lift with a group of very excited boys.
“So where you going girls?” one asks, his eyes locked on Leigh’s cleavage as she stares him out.
“Out with our friends,” I say, pushing Leigh out of the door as I feel one slap my ass. “What the fuck?” I hiss, turning to see a guy holding his hands up.
“Sorry, it was just asking to be slapped,” he laughs, as I push him hard in the chest.
“So is your face! Don’t touch me!”
I’m suddenly upset, and I feel an arm around my waist as I’m pulled away. Adrian is suddenly up in the guys face as he swallows, glancing around for his friends.
“You better fucking apologise,” he growls, as the guy mutters an apology, dashing away before Adrian could knock him out. Adrian turns to me and my breath leaves my body.
He hair is slicked back instead of its usual quiff, the deep blue shirt making his eyes dance with turquoise and pine green that I hadn’t noticed before. He wore white chino shorts exposing his muscular tanned legs. As I go to say something, he is shaking his head as he holds me at arms length, examining me as he lets out a low whistle.
“Fuck me,” he whispers, and I tug him towards me as he tries to continue to gaze at me.
“Later, if you’re lucky,” I murmur, as he kisses me, our tongues meeting urgently as his hands slip to my ass.
“I hope you don’t mind me touching your ass...” he mutters, squeezing it tightly as I let out a little moan. I don’t mind, at all.
“Can we go? I don’t want to be late,” calls out Leigh as Lawrence turns up with Melia looking absolutely stunning on his arm. Jermaine hooks his arm around Leigh, joking that she wasn’t allowed to get into a relationship and leave him standing whilst we were away.
“Listen, if I can get Harley-”
“Steroids,” Jermaine mutters, as Leigh continues to tease him.
I walk with Adrian who is still staring at me with a heated expression, his hand laced with mine as I feel the butterflies fluttering wildly in my stomach.
“Am I gonna be fighting them off tonight?” he asks, as I bite my lip.
“No, I’m going to be with you tonight,” I smile shyly, as he stops, pulling me up to him as he presses his lips against mine.
“I hope not just for tonight,” he says, his breath fanning my face as our eyes meet.
“Get out of one relationship first, Wells,” I stammer, my head reeling when he chuckles.
“You’ve got an answer for everything.”