“Yeah, well . . .” He keeps looking through his bag. “My particulars are bigger than yours. I need more material.”
I smile. Particulars . . . Where does he come up with this stuff?
Two guys walk down the corridor, and one turns to face me as he walks past, doing a full circle.
“Keep walking,” Christopher mutters dryly.
“Be nice,” I whisper. “My particulars need attention, too, you know.”
He fakes a smile, and then his face drops instantly as he throws a T-shirt back in his bag. “Get dressed.”
I exhale heavily and lean up against my locker. “I really don’t have the energy to even get my bag out.”
“Fuck’s sake, woman, where’s your bag?”
I point to my locker.
“Open it.”
I press in my code, and he drags my backpack out and unzips it. “What are you wearing?” He begins to look through my things. “Why is this bag so messy?”
“I don’t know.” I bend and push him out of the way. “I’m a backpacker. It’s supposed to be messy. Move.”
He stands and leans his head back onto my locker. “I’m fucking dehydrated.” He holds his arms out to look at his veins. They are in full glory and popping out everywhere.
“I wonder why.” I roll my eyes. “Where’s my swimsuit?” I keep looking.
“Seriously,” he whispers angrily. “Hurry the fuck up.”
“You don’t have to wait for me, you know?”
“I actually do. You’re wearing nana pajamas, and they are probably going to kick you out of here.”
“Probably a good thing,” I huff. “Seriously, I’m going to kill Monica.”
“Who’s Monica?”
“My best friend back home. She took some of my clothes out of my packed suitcase and snuck in ho wear.” I hold up the tiny black bikini. “Seriously, what would this even cover?”
He shrugs. “Works for me.”
I screw up my face. “Shut up.” I push my bag back in and march past him into the bathroom, too tired to look for a decent swimming costume for one minute longer.
I put the bikini on and look down at myself.
What the fuck?
This is obscene. I can’t wear this in public.
I hear Kimberly’s voice as she talks to someone. I like her; we clicked last night. I open the cubicle door.
“Hey, Hazy.” She smiles.
“Does this look ridiculous?” I whisper.
“What?”
I hold my arms out. “This bikini, it’s . . .” I widen my eyes as I search for the right word.
“Hot.” She looks me up and down. “Turn around.”
I do a 360.
“Perfect, you could eat cheese off your ass.”
I screw up my face. “That’s not a saying.”
“Yeah, it is. You know, you could eat cheese off her ass.”
“I’ve never heard of that in my life.” I frown. “You want to come to the beach?”
“You going now?”
“Yeah.” I peer down at my boobs as they nearly fall out. I try to stretch the fabric to cover more.