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— And besides, you need to learn to talk to boys, — her warm breath brushed against the skin of my neck, making me flinch involuntarily.
— Boys?! — my voice shot up almost to a squeak, and I turned to her so sharply that the swimsuit’s narrow straps bit painfully into my shoulders. — I… I… — the words stuck. I took a deep breath and stepped toward the pool, wanting nothing more than to escape this conversation.
The warm, humid air of the pool hit my face. The smell of chlorine mixed with the heat of skin, damp towels, and the faint echo of laughter. The blue ripple of the water reflected the light from the lamps hanging overhead, and along the edges of the pool women sat or stood — some in swim caps, some in bikinis — and, worst of all, a couple of teenage boys in swim trunks at the far lane. They were talking about something, but the moment we stepped out, their gazes slid toward us in unison.
— Oh, shit… — I slowed down, instinctively wrapping my arms around myself, as if that could help, though the swimsuit only outlined my shape more.
— Stop fidgeting, — Samantha said quietly but firmly, giving me a glance. — You look great. You just forgot to take off the towel from your head.
She chuckled. God, she was actually enjoying this. I suddenly realized I had completely forgotten about that ridiculous thing and yanked the wet “turban” off my head. The towel dropped into my hand — and, instead of the long, feminine strands she was clearly expecting, there was just the same short, spiky haircut that could still give away Ben.
— Ohhh, — she drew out, with such fake regret that I almost hissed, — oh, such a pity you still… look like that.
— Still?! — I raised a brow, crushing the towel in my fist. — You seriously think I’m going to grow out some braid so you can tie ribbons in it?
— Why not? — she shrugged innocently. — Would look perfect with a school uniform.
— I’m not going to school, — I muttered through my teeth, but judging by her eyes, what she heard was: I’ll go, but I’ll complain about it.
— Save it for later, I’m begging you, — she smiled and stepped into the pool, leaving me standing at the edge like an idiot, holding that towel and wearing a swimsuit that dragged down on my breasts so much I could barely breathe.
The water around her shimmered with blue splashes, and a few droplets landed on my knees. I stood alone, feeling the weight of the stares — from the women in nearby lanes, and worse, from those two boys at the far wall. One of them seemed to whisper something to the other, and both smiled. I instinctively pressed my palms to my thighs, but that only made the swimsuit pull even tighter, outlining everything I wanted hidden.
Samantha was already gliding through the water like a mermaid in a swimsuit that fit perfectly, while I stood on the edge, clinging to the towel like it was my last thread of normalcy.
— Hey! — a voice suddenly called from somewhere to the side. It was bright, young. — Look, this girl’s afraid of the water!
A ripple of giggling spread through the pool. I turned my head sharply and saw the two boys — the ones from the far lane — staring right at me. The blond one nodded to the other, clearly hinting, and the other squinted and smirked, not bothering to hide that he was checking me out.
— I… I’m not afraid, — I murmured so quietly it was almost lost in the echo. My cheeks flushed, and something tightened in my chest so sharply it felt like, any second, I might turn and run back to the changing room, hide behind a locker, anything to escape those stares.