Red, Hot Summer

DAY 7 - The Pageant

SCARLETT

"This is how it's meant to be, ladies," Lottie told them all as the boys all disappeared to get ready. "Us all enjoying the sunshine as they run about trying to impress us. Some of them are going to have to work harder than others," her eyes fell on Marisol as she spoke.

"What are they actually meant to be doing though? Isn't a pageant skimpy swimwear and a speech about world peace usually?" Hope said.

"Actually, pageant's are much more than that, you have to show poise, talent, determination!" Priya said.

"Are you a secret pageant bitch?" Lottie laughed.

"No secret, I was Miss Trafford Centre 2003 and 2004!" Priya said, pulling her sunglasses over her eyes. 

"Of course you were," Lottie sighed.

"But sexy swimwear is a must, bring it on I say!" Priya announced, rolling over onto her front. 

"I can't wait to see Noah's hidden talent," Hope said.

"We all thought you'd seen his hidden talent already!" Priya giggled as Hope turned red.

"It's definitely a talent," Hope laughed.

"What are you looking for in the guys, Scarlett?" Marisol asked her.

"Everything!" Scarlett said, "Talent, personality and sex appeal. OMG, do you think any of them are going to wear Levi style shorts?"

"God, he's fine, isn't he?" Priya said.

"So hot," Scarlett replied. "I spent all of last Summer drooling over him on the show!"

"I'm more of a Mason girl personally," Priya replied.

"You're getting off topic!" Hope said. "This is about our current boys, not two guys you girls will never get your hands on!"

"Sorry Miss," Priya joked. "But those bodies....and the smoulder!"

"Keeping it nice and shallow then," Lottie said.

"I hope Bobby bakes a cake," Scarlett said, her eyes lighting up. "I can't believed you're coupled up with a professional chef and you're not getting him to bake for you everyday, Priya!"

"At least Bobby has some skills, what's Gary going to do? Talk about his Nan! Their relationship seems kinda weird," Marisol laughed.

"Shut up!" Lottie snapped. "There's nothing wrong with being close to his Nan. Stop trying to pyscho-analyse everyone and analyse your own taste in men."

"I think all of the guys have got something going for them," Scarlett said sweetly, trying to break the tension between Lottie and Marisol.

"What's Rocco's talent? Talking shit and trying to get his leg over everyone?" Lottie spat out as Marisol looked intently at her nails.

"Let's not stress about Rocco," Hope said. "Marisol, would you seriously date him? He is kinda..."

"Full of shit!" Lottie finished her sentence.

Marisol sighed loudly, "I don't know, there's just something about him..."

"I'm going to get a drink, before this all kicks off again," Scarlett said, picking up her empty bottle and making her way to the kitchen, eager to get away from any more drama about Rocco. As she turned on tap she heard a strange hissing noise and immediately checked the ground; all this talk of snakes had freaked her out a bit.

"Psssssssttt!" 

She looked around again and spotted Noah peeking round the corner, beckoning her over.