Phoebe's 'Big Thing'

🎈Chapter 3🎈

Mom slowed the car to a stop outside the house. She and dad had taken a lot of persuading but eventually, with some compromises-they had agreed. I was 18 today after all. Besides, what could go wrong with a teen pool party in late summer with half our school year invited? It hadn't been planned that way of course, certainly not by my consent. However word got out that friends could bring their friends, apparently. Which was great Phoebe insisted.

"Alright Freya, you do not leave this house, don't get yourself involved in anything dangerous. No drinking, you can do that at home with family-"
"But she's 18 now," Phoebe chirped in hopefully, on the car seat beside me.
"Phoebe you shouldn't even be going so don't push it," mom said sternly but quietly, almost with pity. Phoebe quickly shut up and I gave her a sideways glance, but she avoided making eye contact.
"And your curfew is at 12:30, sharp," mom continued. I leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the cheek, "ok mom I got it, thank you." She nodded and smiled even though I could see in her eyes that she was choking with worry. After a moment of guilt I paraded out of the car with Phoebe.
"See you at 12:30," I waved to mom, as we ran excitedly to the house.
"And Freya?" She called. I looked back to see a genuine smile on her face, "happy birthday sweetheart, and have fun."
"I will!" I shouted as Phoebe impatiently dragged me inside.

"Alright," Phoebe said, her arms crossed as she looked me all over making me feel insecure. This new bikini wasn't exactly what I'd usually go for. It was black in colour. With flashy gold rings at the sides of the bottom part, and one ring in the centre of the bra.
"Just alright?" I flustered, covering myself up.
"No! Like alright, let's get this thing going. It's sexy babes," she smiled. "The gold brings out your rapunzel hair and the black is like a woman, you know?"
"Shut up!" I laughed, pulling my clothes back on. "Ok let's see you." Phoebe stripped down to reveal a scarlet red bikini with loads of splitter ribbon strings. She quickly pulled her black hair out of her bun, and squinted at me with blue eyes, "Ok now be honest."
"It looks great!" I exclaimed.
"Good," she sighed with relief, "I grew a cup size." She wiggled her eyebrows.
"I grew an ass size." We both cackled with laughter as we headed downstairs to get the place ready.

"Jackpot!" Phoebe shouted, coming into the kitchen with a cardboard box filled with bottles.
"What's that?"
"My friend alcohol, you guys haven't properly met have you?" She asked in a child like tone.
"Phoebe I'm not drinking," I said sternly, although my eyes were fixed on the bottles.
"Speak for yourself Frey, but you can't speak for eager teenage guests that are coming."
"As long as they don't get out of hand," I murmured. She began placing out plastic cups in triangular mountains. Just then the bell rang and we could hear chattering voices outside. "Speaking of guests," I said as I went to open the door and let the party start.

Phoebe screeched as I pushed her into the pool and then jumped in after her. We came up gasping for air and laughing, my ribs ached. This was the best party I'd ever had. "I hate saying you're right, but you were right about the party." I gazed around the place. People were in the water, girls with their skimpy bikinis that could slide off any minute, "accidentally." The boys were grabbing yet another beer from the kitchen, trying to get some courage to chat up some girl. The pizza was somehow still going around and the music filled every corner of the darkening night.
"Well duh," Phoebe said as she floated on her back, "I'm always right.....except in maths."
"Except in maths," I agreed. I felt a sharp chill go down my spine, "I'm getting out, it's cold."
"Okey dokey," Phoebe replied absentmindedly, accepting a cup of God knows what from a girl in our class.
I jumped out of the pool dripping as a group of nearby boys wolf whistled in my direction. I turned around as they flashed me grins and shouted, "happy birthday!" I giggled and waved, before turning around to hide my blossoming blush.

I wrapped a towel around me before heading towards the house, when I hear footsteps catching up behind me. I expected it was Phoebe but turned around to find Ethan, Ethan Kelly looking down at me. He is, to put it shortly, the most desired guy in our school. Even the teachers smile when they see him, female and male teachers.
His eyes are such a curious blue they're almost violet, like bruised blueberries. His frame, as I could see now in his dripping swim shorts, was muscular and firm, abs chiselled into his stomach. Ethan's tall, with plush pink lips- which Phoebe insists is from making out with girls all the time.

"Oh hey Ethan," I fluster, ripping my gaze away from his perfectly messy blonde hair.
"Hey," he said with a crooked grin, "so none of the lads got you a present and I kinda felt bad. So here's a pink pencil with zoo animals on it," he said, holding it out to me. I let out a laugh as I took it, "that's very thoughtful, thanks."
"Yeah I thought so," he chuckled. I smiled down at the ground as I suddenly remembered that I had been going to change. "I, was um, just going inside," I stammered.
"Ok cool, I'll come," he shrugged. I swallowed down a gulp as I lead the way to a room. As I grabbed a dressing gown Ethan shut the door behind us. The music faded and I could actually hear my breathing. Ethan was about to sit on the bed beside me, before realising his swim shorts were sogging. He hastily placed down a towel before sitting next to me, close.
"It's a great party," he whispered with an adorable smile.
"Yea, Phoebe's idea obviously," I whispered back.
"Why are we whispering?" He asked, as we both broke out into grins. He ran his hand through his hair before locking his eyes on mine. I felt my breath hitch as his soft looking lips came closer and closer, before they collided into mine, pulling me into a heated kiss. Suddenly his hands were on my face, softly pushing my dripping hair out of the way. Then his hands lowered and he was stripping away my dressing gown. What was happening, why was I letting it happen? I quickly pushed him away, my hand on his toned chest.

"Freya! What's wrong?" He asked, looking confused. My breathing slowed back down, "I, I just."
"It's ok," he whispered as he began to kiss softly down my neck.
"No," I mumbled. His hands found my hips and he pulled me towards him. "No," I repeated, louder. "Come on Freya," he said, starting to tug on my bikini strap hungrily.
"NO Ethan," I shouted. He suddenly backed off, looking annoyed, "what the hell is wrong with you?" I scrambled to find my dressing gown and covered myself up. "I'm not an object," I replied sharply. He frowned and then laughed, "who do you think you are?" He gave me a rough push away from him, like he didn't want anything to do with me now.
"Hey!" I protested. He looked as if he wanted to give me more than a push before Phoebe burst in, "Frey what's up I heard you-" she abruptly came to a stop as she saw Ethan on the bed. I could see something click as she pieced together what had happened, reading my face.
"Get out," she said with venom. Ethan scoffed as he stood up, towering over her.
"Oh so do you want it?" He said with a cocky smirk. Phoebe rolled her eyes and looked at him with disgust, "the only thing I want from you, is to see your spray tanned ass leave this house." Ethan let out an amused laugh, "ooooohhhhh ok then," he said as he left. We followed out the door to watch him go.
"The bitch thinks she's tough," he called back to Phoebe. I glanced at Phoebe and saw her eyes narrow. She ran up to him in a flash and kicked him in the lower back. Ethan belly flopped into the pool from the impact and made a loud splash. People gasped all around and spoke in hushed tones.
"Your right," Phoebe shouted, "I'm the bitch. And real bitches protect their friends. Now get your sorry ass out of my house." Ethan slowly got out the pool, gave me and Phoebe a steely look and left- barefoot and humiliated.
"Thanks Phoebe," I teared up. She gave me a tight hug, "poor thing, little shit treating you like that." She looked back at him one last time , " a gorgeous shit though," she said matter of factly.
"Phoebe!" I laughed through tears.

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