“I don’t know why you insist on waking up so early. We are on vacation Maddy.” She takes off her cover up situating her swimsuit.
“Holy hell Kenna, what are you wearing?” My eyes are bulging out of my head and I notice the boys mouths around us open gasping at her too small and practically non-existent bikini.
“It’s my new bikini. I know it’s a little much but hey who knows how long I will have this body for.” She twirls in a circle and more guys hoot over to her but she ignores it sitting down next to me.
“A little more fabric wouldn’t have killed you.” I roll my eyes in disbelief. If I am being honest I am jealous of her. Not her body although she has an amazing body but of her self-confidence. She doesn’t care what anyone thinks of her in that bikini. I wish I had an ounce of assurance that Mackenna has.
“Oh Maddy. That’s a cute suit.” She brings her sunglasses down a bit laying her brown eyes across my body.
“Thank you. I know it isn’t the playboy edition but I like it.” I sneer back to her and then we both start laughing.
The one thing about our friendship is we rarely fight. I can probably count on one hand any fight that lasted longer than an hour. The fights that do last longer are always about Trent in one way or the other.
By midafternoon more college aged kids are coming out of their rooms exploring the pool and beach. Mackenna wants to take a walk so I grab my sunglasses and wrap my sheer cover-up around my waist and we make our way down the beach. Of course Mackenna doesn’t cover up herself and I swear she put on baby oil her skin is so shiny. She looks like she is filming a movie with her dark big sunglasses and her dark hair flowing in the breeze. It is intimating to be walking next to her.
We go down closer to the water so the waves can come up and over our feet while we walk. The cool water instantly cools me brushing along the top of my toes. The beach is filled with guys throwing Frisbees, parasailing and some are just hanging out checking out the girls. With Mackenna by my side we aren’t alone for more than five minutes without guys coming up asking us to sit down and relax with them. Mackenna ignores them and since I have enough boy problems with the Basso brothers I am not interested in them either. I politely tell them maybe later. Some are more persistent than others but all eventually fall back to other girls around that seem more interested.
It isn’t until I notice money blowing by me on the sand that I stop in my tracks. I bend down to pick up the assortment of dollar bills in front of me wondering where they are coming from. Looking around I see a guy in a pair of green board shorts a couple steps away frantically picking up the money and I contemplate if it is his or he is just reaping the rewards of someone else’s misfortune.
Standing there holding the money in my hand, Mackenna sighs impatiently at me as the guy approaches us with his hand out.
“Thank you for picking those up for me.” He motions with his hand towards mine.
“How do I know these are yours?” I hold it up away before he can take it out of my hand.
“Excuse me?” He sets his head back in disbelief.
“The money could be someone else’s.” I scrunch my shoulders up.
“Who the hell cares Maddy, just give him the money.” Mackenna rolls her eyes.
The tall dark haired guy looks Mackenna up and down with pleasure on his face but quickly turns back to me since I am the keeper of his money.
“Prove it.” I ignore Kenna focusing on the amber eyes in front of me.
“How exactly do you think I could prove it?” He puts his hands through his brown hair getting his bangs out of his eyes.
“Um…” I contemplate that before Mackenna grabs the money out of my hand giving it to jock boy in front of me.
“Here you go.” She hooks her arm in mine leading me forward. “Problem solved.”
“Kenna!” I exclaim trying to stop her from leading me away.
“No Maddy, I am sure it is his money and if its not that’s between him and the person. Let’s go.” She pulls my arm a little closer to her and down the beach.
I glance at jock boy over my shoulder and see him staring at us walking away. Most likely he is checking out Mackenna in her playboy centerfold bikini. He winks when he catches me staring at him and I quickly turn around towards the beach ahead.
That night after an exhausting afternoon of shopping with Mackenna we are getting ready to go out to a club Kenna has heard people talking about. I am a little wary after hearing the rumors about Cancun’s city and how dangerous it can be and since we don’t have Bryan or any other guys with us I think this is a terrible idea but Mackenna won’t take no for an answer. She even buys me a new dress to wear which I think is a worse idea. The purple dress is entirely too short and shows off way too much of my skin.
“You look smokin’ Maddy.” Kenna says when I come out of the bathroom wearing her purchase.
“Mackenna.” I breathe. If I think my dress is too revealing Mackenna’s is lingerie. It is a stunning red that stops well above her knees and comes off one shoulder leaving it bare. She straightens her long dark hair so it rest right at the middle of her back. I pull my dress down a little feeling self-conscious about my outfit. It is hard to walk around with such an exotic stunning best friend.
“Stop it Mad.” She hisses my way grabbing her clutch.
“Stop what?”
“Stop trying to cover yourself up or pull your dress down. You look hot. The guys will be drooling.” She hooks her arm through mine.
“I have had my fill of boys this year. I am good until next year.” I confess.
“Oh some innocent flirting won’t hurt you.” Before I notice we were on the other side of the door in the hallway.
We get a cab right away once the bellhop imagines Mackenna naked under her dress not that he has to take off much fabric in his mind. Once we get to the club one kiss on the cheek to the bouncer and a swing of her hips from Mackenna and we are in leaving the line of guys and girls behind us.
The club called The City is massive. It has three floors and bars are in every corner. Girls dressed in more clothes than Mackenna pass by selling shots in different colors. Guys are grinding on the girls to the disco music. Even though we are in Mexico almost everyone here is in their early twenties and American. The girls on the dance floor make Mackenna’s dress looks like a ball gown, making me feel a little more comfortable.
“Let’s go get a drink.” Mackenna pulls me over to the bar that is at least four rows deep.
“This is going to take forever, let’s grab a shot from one of those girls and dance.” I point to one of the neon shot trays.
“Awesome idea” she tucks at my arm and I follow her.
We buy two shots a piece clicking the alcohol filled test tubes together cheering to our friendship. Under normal circumstances I am not into dancing in public but the music is so loud and there are so many people on the dance floor it is the people who aren’t dancing that look out of place. For some reason I push all my inhibitions to the side tonight. I don’t want to think about school, my mom or the Basso brothers. I don’t want to care what I look like or what people are thinking to consume my thoughts. I just want to feel the music and dance. Be carefree and fun with my best friend.
I am doing a great job of doing just that until some guys come up grinding behind us. I never understood why guys thought they could do that to girls. Like because we are shaking our bodies to the music it is an invitation for them to rub their junk across our asses. Isn’t that some sort of sexual harassment?
Mackenna quickly shakes her finger back and forth telling the guy behind her no surprisingly me how polite she is being. My cling on grabs my hips pulling me closer making me gasp. Anger starts running through my veins and my hands ball into fists besides me. I turn around putting my hands on his chest shoving him away from me.
“Get off me.” I scream but he probably hears a whisper over the loud music.