Can I Have Your Attention Please

Chapter 17: Scott's-A-Haunting

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Sam's POV
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In all my teenage and child years, I've never gone on a true shopping spree. I've gone to thrift stores to buy four or five outfits, but that's about it. I've never gotten a manicure, never gotten my hair done, and never gone on a shopping spree like a normal girl.

Until today.

My hands filter through the many bikinis on the rack as Kassidy and Kyra look through some options on the other side of the store. I think this place is called Bikini Skyline or something weird like that. It's off brand, but everything is pretty expensive.

Kassidy told me to purchase three swimsuits from here, and two pairs of sandals or flip flops. I thought that was too much, but she said I have an ass ton of money to spend anyway on the visa. So, I picked out two bikinis and one full piece.

One of my bikinis is a sexy red two piece. The top cuts deeply, exposing and pushing up my cleavage. And the bottom shows off my butt pretty well. Obviously I didn't choose this suit, but Kassidy said she had to pick one if I didn't want to go naked on a non-nude beach. So...

Kyra chose the one piece. It's blue (shocking, I know), and fits my tiny waist nicely. I thought it'd make my stomach look bigger than what it is, but not eating enough apparently strikes that fault out. The back of the swimsuit is cut, showing off my small back muscles. I like it.

The bikini I chose on my own is a two piece. The base color is black, but there's yellow lemons spread everywhere on them. I figure I need a cute and casual one instead of trying to show off my body. I just want to go and relax, like Kassidy said, if I'm going on this trip.

When we leave Bikini Skyline, we decide to head to the food court with our swimsuits, sandals, dresses, and other clothing assortments. I sigh in defeat, the ache in my feet stabbing as I sit down at a table.

"Who said shopping wasn't a sport?" I mutter.

Kyra snorts. "Right? People will never understand what it takes to be a once-a-week marathon shopper."

Kassidy laughs. "Well, we're not done yet, so don't get too comfortable."

I groan and flatten myself out onto the table. "Go on without me. It's too late for me."

Kyra narrows her eyes and picks up my chin with her navy blue nails in tow. The icy blue coldness in her irises swirls as she looks through me intensely. "We leave no man behind."

We all sit there for a moment in silence after she said that for about two seconds before all of us bust out in laughter. I just chuckle a little, but Kassidy and Kyra bark like cackling hyenas. A few people look at us, and I look away from them awkwardly. I don't get how you can be so carefree about being yourself when so many others are huge judgmental dickheads. I just act like a hard-headed bitch, hiding my real self. But Kass and Kyra just seem like they don't give a crap.

I wonder what that's like...

Kyra and Kassidy tell me they're going to Starbucks to get some sort of beverage, and I tell them I just want water. They go off, and I pull out my phone, looking through some of the strange apps on it. I see something called "Maps" and click on it.