Therefore, she’s never struggled with low self-esteem.
I’m about to walk out so I can catch the end of the concert…but Skylar whips off her shirt.
And her bra.
“Uh…what are you doing?”
She points to her awesome perky rack. “These are implants. I got them done six months after I turned eighteen. Before that I was barely an A, and it’s something I used to be really self-conscious about, especially since Jo—” She shakes her head. “Never mind. That’s not important.”
Undoing the button on her jeans, she slides them down, revealing her skimpy purple underwear. She drags her red fingernail across her skin, gesturing to some tiny white streaks on her hips. “These are stretch marks.” Turning around, she slaps her ass. “And feast your eyes on my magnificent butt dimple, sprinkled with some cellulite.”
I can’t help but laugh because she’s crazy. Crazy and beautiful.
She turns back around. “No one is perfect, Lennon. But what you think are flaws aren’t to those who love you. So, be one of those people who love you, okay? Because I don’t want my friend thinking bad things about herself when she’s gorgeous inside and out.”
I was thankful for Skylar’s friendship before, but it’s nothing compared to right now. My chest is practically overflowing with how much I cherish her.
I’m about to run over and give her a hug, but Quinn comes out of the bathroom.
Her jaw drops when she sees a half-naked Skylar. “Whoa. Those are nice.”
Skylar laughs. “Thanks.”
Intrigue colors Quinn’s face. “Can I feel?”
Skylar shrugs. “Have at it, sister.” She looks at me. “You can too if you want.”
I mean, I am curious.
I bite the inside of my cheek as Quinn starts asking questions in rapid fire while we feel her up.
“What size are these? What kind did you get? How come you don’t have any scars?”
“They’re saline. And they’re four hundred cc which took me from an A to a small D. And I don’t have any scars because they did it through my belly button. Josh didn’t want me having sc—”
“Well, this is definitely one way to celebrate our last concert,” Storm utters.
Shit. We were so invested in our conversation, none of us heard the door open.
Chandler stops moving and his face takes on a tomato color.
“It’s nothing we all haven’t seen before,” Memphis sneers as Skylar scrambles to put her clothes on.
“Some a lot more than others,” Phoenix retorts, which causes my stomach to do a weird flip.
I look at Skylar, who’s slipping her shirt over her head. It’s none of my business and I’d have no right to be mad if her and Phoenix hooked up in the past. I’d just like to know.
Which is stupid because tomorrow will be my last full day here and after that, Phoenix and I are done for good.
As if sensing my internal struggle, Skylar mouths, ‘Never. Promise.’
Coming up behind me, Phoenix locks his arms around my waist. “What’s the matter, Groupie?”
“Nothing.”
“Something,” he teases before his lips graze the side of my neck. “I wasn’t referring to myself when I made that comment. I was just trying to piss off a certain guitar player.”
Memphis—who’s walking over to the small bar in the corner despite already having a beer in his hand—flips him off.
“Looks like it worked.”
His laugh is a low rumble in my ear. “Everyone has a weakness.”
No argument here.
“How much merch would I have to sell in order to afford breast implants?” Quinn asks Chandler.
I feel Phoenix’s entire body tense. “I’m gonna kill Skylar.”
“How the hell should I know?” Chandler snaps. “Do I look like I have a pair?”
Skylar shoots Phoenix an apologetic look before turning to Quinn. “You don’t need them, baby girl. Trust me, you’re good.”
“Real tits are better anyway,” Memphis grunts as he pours himself a glass of whiskey. “No one likes a fake bitch.”
Wow. I’m about to lay into him, but I don’t have to.
“Then I guess you don’t like your baby mama very much.” Skylar’s red stilettos click against the floor as she heads for the exit…and then they stop. “Also, I love my fake tits…and last I checked, so did you.”
My mouth hangs open for two reasons. One, the obvious: Go Skylar. And two: aside from that brief conversation on the bus, I’ve never once heard either of them acknowledge there was anything between them.