Squirt Gun

Chapter 3: Everything Comes Out in All the Right Ways

"outside," Shaina's text reads. Sarah is wearing her favorite pair of jeans. Dark denim tight to her form lead down to bronze feet contrasted by gold Jack Roger's Georgican sandals. Her blouse is a souvenir of the last trip to the mall—horizontal black and white stripes with a boat neck and the black straps of her cami revealing themselves, framing her shoulders to be delicate mounds of soft skin.

Sarah walks outside. Shaina looks like a little doll in her new summit white Tahoe. Her large sunglasses rest on a cute little button of a nose and she's putting chapstick on her cherry-kissed lips. She's also perfectly tanned, wearing a red tanktop that shows off how endowed she is. The low cut even tempted Sarah to give them a squeeze; she couldn't imagine what it did to the boys.

Shaina is, as normal, glued to her phone, probably juggling the attention of a handful of guys. It was her favorite pastime to be the object of a crowd's desire, which is not to say that she didn't profile each individual to be worthy of her split attention. She put out, but only on her terms. Shaina had never been anyone's consistent lay as if to imply that no one deserved her consistently, and because of how withholding and reserved she was, her sex had its own celebrity. Most of the time, however, she would just make guys chase her, sometimes making them do ridiculous things to try and get her attention. Poor Jake Warren had once driven all the way to D.C. to get her takeout from her favorite Chinese restaurant, which turned out to be a chain that had a location in Richmond, and Danny Stephens fucked a fat chick in vain thinking that it might result in her telling Shaina how good of a lay he was.

"You look cute," Shaina says without her eyes leaving her phone, which is the base level of congeniality that she would extend to her friends as a greeting. "Where are we going?"

"I dunno, I thought Shortpump but, like, we've been there so many times."

"Yeah, let's go to Stony Point. I heard Vineyard Vines is having a sale." The only consequence to the sale is that Shaina will feel more comfortable spending more of her father's cash because, as she sees it, she's getting more value out of it. Sarah's excited for Stony Point because she can get Les Crepes there, but she would never tell Shaina that she is excited to eat. Eating, for their type, was a ritual that was only to be observed when strictly necessary, and then they would loudly parade their affection for food as if they were always thinking about food.

"Any hot guys come into the pool yesterday?" Shaina always asked this and didn't expect anything fun by this point.

Sarah turns a bit red and hesitates for less than a second. "No, same old thing." It isn't convincing.

Shaina smiles, turns, and looks at Sarah for the first time. "What happened, Sarah? I know something happened. You know you want to talk about it."

"Just some guys came in, nothing else. They were really muscular though."

"Did they look at you?"

"The normal stuff."

"Thank God for that ladder."

"I know right! They were staring, like the whole time."

"Did any of them try to talk to you?" Shaina's interest becomes stronger. Sarah feels blood rush to her cheeks.

"Frank tried to get in the way, as usual, but one of them stepped up. It was a good look."

"I love it when boys have to make it obvious—what was his name?"

"That's the best part—Jack."

"Was Jack as tall, dark, and handsome as his name implies?"