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“I know…she looked fabulous,” Ben said.
“You’re such an ass.”
“You are what you eat.”
“Are all my friends disgusting?” I asked. “Seriously, when did we become such trashy pigs?”
“Speak for yourself, sweetheart. I’m a respectable gentleman.”
“Who just spent a hundred bucks on a bunch of colorful toys and lotions.”
“Since when did wanting to have a little fun become the definition of trash?”
We told Jill about the trip and she was thrilled. She’d actually gone on our high school trip but had gotten so violently ill that she didn’t enjoy much of it. She’d been warned not to drink the water but had forgotten what ice is made of.
I’d been right about Susie and Vince. They weren’t able to go on the trip. But three was definitely enough for this whirlwind adventure. Ben set us up with discount tickets that included airfare, hotel, food coupons, and several all-you-can-drink bracelets at some of Cancun’s hottest nightclubs.
With my cute blue one-piece (yes I went against my better judgment and ditched the leopard spots) and as many skimpy outfits as I could find in my closet packed and ready to go, it was off to the airport.
***
Jill got the window seat with Ben in the middle and me in the aisle. I was so excited. We’d stayed up late the night before at Ben’s house flipping through the pamphlets he’d collected and talking about all the fun stuff we’d do. Snorkeling was on the list and wave runners and diving and of course drinking.
Jill mentioned the possibility of shooting one of her web shows while on the trip. With whom, she didn’t care, as long as he was hot.
I told them all about my personal conquest. I was on a mission to relieve myself of Braden’s memory. He’d taken a hold of my mind and body and I needed some other young stud to fill me up with new memories.
Maybe discovering that another man could take Braden’s place would be just the medicine I needed. Knocking him off his pedestal could be the trick. And I was sure, in all that hot and sweaty club hopping madness, I’d be able to find a guy willing to try with all his heart to fuck me into oblivion.
We’d only been in our seats a few minutes when the hunkiest flight attendant EVER happened to walk down the aisle and bump my elbow with his hard-as-a-rock ass. As he knocked into me, my closed fist punched Ben in the jaw, which caused his open left hand to smack Jill’s right boob. It was a goofy and downright ridiculous domino effect.
And the hunk noticed it all.
“Oh my,” he said as he reached down to touch my arm, as if he’d be able to take back the whole embarrassing incident with just a simple tap. “That was such an accident.”
“Accident my ass!” Jill squealed.
“Shh, Jill, please,” I said as I glanced around quickly to see if any children were around. Turns out not a lot of kids fly first class to Cancun.
“I’ll make it up to you guys with a drink later,” the hunk whispered. “Buy one so I don’t get in too much trouble, and I’ll slip you a second for free.”
“Or you could stop being a douche and buy the first one for us,” Jill said loudly.
The hunk turned his head and his long blond hair fell over one eye, smoothly, like we were in the middle of a shampoo commercial or the airline’s new ad for great reasons to collect their sky miles.
He raised his eyebrows and scrunched up his mouth, causing the skin to tighten over his square jaw. With the small cleft at its center, yes he had a freakin’ cleft in his chin, his confused look was adorable but I had the feeling it meant we’d just lost our free drink. He’d probably never had anyone challenge him the way Jill had.
Jill, if I haven’t already told you, has a way with words. She has a way of letting no
rmal words out of her mouth that somehow between the moment they leave her lips and the time it takes to get to your ears, have twisted into an insulting and mean-spirited tornado.
She always claims it wasn’t her intention, but if not, she’s naturally talented at accidentally pissing people off. That and having lots of sex. If she were a member of the X-Men she’d be Wolverine…but naked more often.
The hunk left us alone to argue silently in our seats.
“He’s into you,” Jill told me.
“He’s gay,” I said.
