Oblivious To Him

Chapter 15 - Pep Talk

"I can not believe all that gunk finally came off! I thought I was going to look like sad clown hooker for the rest of my life!" grimaced Erin as she slipped her flip-flops off, kicking them next to her stuff. 

I shrugged off my pool bag and nodded my head in agreement.

"I mean can you believe they made us dress like that? I felt like an underwear model rather than an athlete. I called my mom about this, and she is going to file a complaint against the competition for making us do it," Erin let out a frustrated huff and sat down next to the water, letting her fleet sink beneath the surface with a splash.

I sat next to her and laid down on my back, letting my feet soak while I observed the night sky. 

I looked over at her and could tell that she was still fuming about the photo shoot.

I was fuming too, but I was at least starting to let the whole thing go since I knew I couldn't go back in time and change it now. 

We were waiting for the rest of the group to arrive so that we could catch up, and so I could dish all of my feelings about Guy.

Erin looked down at me with a sour expression, "I hope that no one I know ever sees that article. It's so embarrassing! I had even asked them to dress me in something else and they literally refused, saying that I wouldn't match the rest of your guys. Ugh, how are you so calm about all this Lana?"

I sat up and patted her on the back sympathetically, "Well we can't change what happened and no one is going to read the stupid article anyway. They are like the smallest-of-small sports magazine so I highly doubt anyone you know is going to see it. If it makes you feel any better, your soccer boy is going to flip out when he sees his knock out of a girlfriend." 

She brought her hands up to her cheeks and squeaked, "Oh my gosh! He can never see me like that! I will be eternally mortified. Do you think we can still catch the photographer and smash his camera into minuscule pieces and throw them into the pits of hell?"

I chuckled and shook my head no, "It's probably for the best that you don't remind him there even was a photo shoot. He is a boy, he will forget about it after a week if you don't remind him."

 She pointed a finger at me, "Good point. I love him dearly, but the boy would be lost without me."

I smiled and went back to my original position. 

My mind couldn't help but guide my thoughts back to what all went down earlier today. 

Erin and I had arrived at the photo shoot together, toting our sports gear with us since we were expecting to be photographed wearing our usual sponsor provided gear. 

We were both whisked away to different make-up stations where we were primped and prodded until I couldn't recognize myself in the mirror. My hair had been straightened and blown out. I could barely keep my eyes open under the weight of the heavy make-up and I'm pretty sure if someone slapped me, their hand would have gotten stuck in the inch of goop they had applied to my skin.

At first, Erin and I could barely contain our laughter at the site of each other's faces but all the fun left the room once we saw what we had to wear.

 Given nothing but a sports bra that had less fabric than a teacup doily, mini spandex shorts, I would have rather worn a clown suit. All of us took individual photos and then came back together for the group ones. 

The whole ordeal lasted for 8 hours and by the end of it, none of us cared what we looked like, we just wanted to get out of there.

I swished my feet back and forth, letting the rhythm lull me into a meditative state.