Not So Hot Girls Summer

4

What could I say? I had done it again. Limelight of the party. Star of the show. I was ready to be mused at by both men and women, for I deserved the attention.

Our bali beds were situated in one of the best spots in the club which I could only assume the fit Aussie had arranged after our secretive kiss in the bathroom (sometimes a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do). Either way, even if I couldn't see any of at the actual party to thank them, the flirtation had worked and the 8 of us were in for a day of sun, booze and eventually, sex.

With all the boys congregated around the vodka and Amelie securing herself beside them, me and Mads quicky made our way to the dancefloor to surround ourselves with the eye candy. I wanted to see how much attention I could capture before I got too drunk.
We moved in a synchronised seductive way that matched the sultriness of our swimwear. I had opted for a black bikini with bottoms that rose high up my thighs and a bandeau top that just exposed the bottom of my breasts, teasing the males around me of the soft tanned skin that lay hidden beneath. Mads also looked good. Not quite as good as me in my opinion but her dark curls bounced against the back of her white cut out swimsuit as she swivelled her head and hips closely next to me. Mike and Caleb were in for a treat and they knew it for it wasn't long before I caught them approaching us.
''Champagne,'' Caleb whispered in my ear, pulling my hair to reveal my neck.
''Always,'' I giggled.
He grabbed me by the waist and twirled me around to face him, clearly to alert everyone that today, I was his. I didn't mind too much as champagne was on the cards, but I hated being treated like a possession.
He whisked me away to the bar and ordered me the most expensive bottle of bubbles on the menu before popping the foam across me and pouring it directly into my mouth. He knew my style and I liked that he was treating me like the princess I had been bought up to be.

Whilst we had only been at the bar momentarily, the party appeared to have intensified with a large group congregating on the dance floor close to where our beds were positioned. Although the music was loud, screams and shouts could be heard over it, clearly everyone was anticipating something incredible. Caleb and I left the bar and squeezed our way through the compacted crowd to the front. That is when we realised there wasn't some famous person standing there or some incredible act performing, but instead, Mike and some randomer bundled on the ground, grappling at each other like attention seeking, immature beasts. We hadn't even been here two hours.
Mads stood beside them pathetically wailing, it was evidently something to do with her, whilst the rest of boys stood back letting the attack unfold. Caleb being the braver member of the group instantly began to approach the bundle as soon as he realised what was happening, but I instantly held him back. Why should he involve himself in the ruck for the sake of someone else's petty argument?

As we stood on the side lines, the fight didn't appear to evolve much at all as both boys found themselves awkwardly pressed against each other bundled on the floor. All there was left to witness were shouts of anger, ugly red faces and spitting mouths as they continued to hurl abuse whilst coddled in one another's arms. It was truly pathetic. But with not much unfolding and the potential of being swung at themselves reduced, Mads finally intervened encouraging James and Josh to unpeel Mike from the floor and drag him back into the depths of the crowd for us to follow. There was no chance we could clean up this mess. Not in a fancy beach club like this, and with security closely on our backs, we were going to have to leave, sharpish.
Whilst the remainder of the group scarpered out the back of the club onto the beach, I collected our belongings from the beds before joining them. 3pm in the afternoon and our party had ended.
''What the hell was that all about?'' I asked as we regrouped. ''And where is Jordan and Amelie?''
'Mike and Mads stood quietly as he stared at her in a red rage.
''We don't know,'' replied Josh, but we didn't see them on our way out.
''F*** them, they'll have to find their own way back,'' I replied, now agitated at the pair of them for continuously wandering off.
''Mads,'' I said, gesturing for her to leave Mike's side and fill me in on what on earth had forced to us leave the beach club.
She made her way over to me with gritted teeth, it wasn't a pretty look, it didn't suit her. Simultaneously, Mike drifted towards the group of boys.
''So, why are we out here and not in there having the best day of our summer? Who was that with Mike? Someone you shagged?'' I asked.

''Yeah,'' she replied. ''He was an idiot. But Mike's reaction was just as pathetic.''
I didn't expect the blunt honesty, but I completely agreed with how ridiculous the whole charade was. This outfit: waste. Make-up: waste. Hair: waste. She didn't have to tell me they were pathetic. I was just as livid.
''So, what now?'' I asked.
I was already bored of what had happened and was eager not to waste the rest of the day.
''I'm going back to the villa,'' she replied, ''and the boys well...''
We turned to ask the group of boys their plans in hope me and Caleb could join them instead, but they had already left. Whether they had gone back into the club, I didn't know, they were idiots if they had, but that now left me and Caleb with depressive Mads.
Pathetic.

As soon as we returned to the villa, Mads was in tears. I didn't understand the issue, especially as her and Mike were only friends with benefits and him try to be the hero to protect her name from being slut shamed wasn't exactly something to be upset over. What was I missing out on here?
''Well that was an adventurous start the holiday,'' I said, breaking the silence. ''I wonder where they've all gone... Anyway, you need a drink.''
''I'm ok thanks. I'm just over this. I need to book a flight out of here,'' she replied.
Very impulsive.
''I don't think so Mads. This is Hot Girls Summer. This was arranged for us girls to make memories. Not for you to clearly fall in love with Mike and then break apart when he found out you use to be a prostitute. But to be fair Mads, what did you expect? We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you...I'll speak for Amelie as well considering she isn't here. But you're staying. We're having our Hot Girls Summer, even if it is just me and you.''
She burst into more tears, either because I had just called her a prostitute or because she knew I was right and she realised she was being pathetic.
''Look, sort yourself out.''

A couple of hours went by of pure boring crap, but me and Caleb had finally stopped her uncontrollable blabbing. We hadn't heard from any of the boys, only Jordan who had managed to get lost but was finally on his way back to the villa.
When he arrived, he wasn't alone. Amelie followed just behind him like a lost pup. Whatever was going on there, I also didn't understand. There was no way he could be interested in her and not me. I had always been the looker of the group.
I smiled a fake smile and sarcastically welcomed them back to the villa.
Mads on the other hand launched herself directly into his arms. It was the most contact they had made since they had met which was weird considering they had barely spoken. Was everyone sleeping with Jordan on the sly except me?

''What's going on Mads?'' Amelie finally asked, not that she had a right to, she had been missing the last few hours without a care in the world for me or Mads.
Mads didn't answer, she was probably too busy drowning in Jordan's beautiful stench.
''Frankie?'' she asked me instead.
I was over it, and I wanted everyone else to be as well, so I told her everything, every detail, whether Mads wanted me to or not.

Of course, I received a look of anger in response from her, that was inevitable, but it wasn't my fault. It was obviously going to get out; she wasn't good at keeping things secret like me. Anyway, if she wanted a boyfriend, she couldn't sleep with random men for money, that isn't the way the world works.

''How about we just move on now?'' I asked.
''Sure,'' she replied.
Whether she meant it sarcastically or not I wasn't sure, but I was taking it for what it meant to finally move on from this crap.