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“Freaking perfect,” I answer without hesitating.
“You’re one lucky bitch to be able to go in their locker room. That’s like entering a secret society.”
I laugh. “Don’t make it more than it was, which was actually kind of smelly and loud.”
She flattens her lips and blinks slowly. “Yeah. I bet that’s what you noticed while you were in there.”
My phone chimes in my hand.
Rogan: Have you left yet?
He’s certainly persistent.
Me: Nope.
Come on. Don’t ruin my day.
“What’s he saying?” Scarlett asks, snatching my phone from my hand before I can reply. She reads through the texts and glances at me. “You’re going over there.” Her thumbs start tapping over the screen.
“What are you writing?” I reach for the device, and she raises it over her head, continuing to type. At only two inches shy of six feet, she’s got seven inches on me. There’s no way I can get my hands on it. “You better go get ready.”
“What did you do?” I ask, and she passes my phone back to me. Holding my breath, I read her reply.
See you soon.
Every bit of air in my lungs expels in a whoosh as panic sets in. “Scar. How could you do this to me?”
“I think you meanforyou. This is a good thing, Autumn. You’re just having a little freak out right now.”
“No, I’m having a big fucking freak out. I can’t go to the beach with a bunch of football players.”
“Sure you can. And you will.”
My eyelids fall closed for a few seconds. When they open, I stare imploringly at Scarlett. “Don’t make me do this.”
“Autumn, you never give a shit about what anyone thinks, so why is this different?”
“Don’t know,” I mumble.
She tilts her head. “I think you do, and I want to hear you say it.”
I can tell by the obstinate set of her jaw, she’s not going to let this go.
“I like him and I don’t want him to see me in my bathing suit. Okay? Are you happy now?”
“Yes, that you finally admitted your feelings, but I hate you feeling insecure about your body. You’re fucking gorgeous with your curves.”
“Curves?” I snort. “That’s an understatement. My ass is so round, it’s like a shelf. I’d probably be really successful as a waitress. I could carry drinks on a tray and my ass at the same time.”
Scarlett laughs. “You’re so fucking ridiculous, but I love you anyway. I’d trade my boyish body for yours in a heartbeat.”
“Why? You’re built like a model. Everything you wear looks fantastic.”
“But I’m taller than a lot of guys and I’m built like them too.”
I shake my head. “You’re delusional. You have curves, they’re just more subtle. You look like a graceful ballerina, and I look like a pear.” I snicker.
“Well, I’d rather be a juicy, sweet fruit. And by the way Rogan was looking at you when he was here the other day, he wants to take a bite out of you. Go put on that new, sexy green bathing suit you haven’t worn yet.”
