Chapter 3: Teach Me How to Fly
The next day after school, I decided to go to the salon with my friend Melanie. After all the years of begging and pleading for me to take a night off from my homework and studying, Mel was more excited than anyone that I was going to Jeremy’s party. And after the fiasco with Miles at the mall, I definitely needed some girl time.
And a spray tan.
“So, what does your dress look like?” Mel asked me as she stepped into the tanning booth in her bikini. She threw her robe at me and stepped into the booth while a lady with tanning solution began spraying her entire body.
Her confidence never ceased to amaze me.
“Ugh, don’t even get me started,” I groaned, throwing my head back as I thought about the fight that I had with Miles.
“Why? What happened?”
“Miles got all pissed off because the dress I wanted was too sexy according to him. It was so strange,” I complained, shaking my head. “I didn’t think it would be such a big deal. He’s normally my favorite person to shop with, but now I regret ever taking him.”
“He’s like a big brother trying to protect you,” Mel said, always being the voice of reason. She adjusted the shower cap covering her long blonde hair as she stretched out her arms. “It’s probably not as bad as you think it is.”
I looked at her flatly. “Never thought I’d see the day where you defended Miles,” I teased, chuckling to myself. She narrowed her green eyes at me.
“And you may never hear me defend him again!” Mel fired back, and we laughed. “But, you really should cut him some slack, Rach. He’s probably just worried about you, going to your first party and all. It’s the ‘big brother’ thing to do, you know?”
Miles certainly was not Mel’s favorite person, that’s for sure. A couple of years back, they had made out at the Homecoming dance, and Miles kind of dumped her the next day, like he did with most girls. Any time I brought him up, she usually would get annoyed and try to change the subject rather quickly. So, if she was telling me to give him a break, I knew for sure that I was probably overreacting.
Mel stepped out of the tanning booth and motioned for me to go in. I wasn’t used to wearing bikinis, though, and I was a little hesitant in taking off my robe.
“It’s okay, honey. Don’t be shy,” the salon worker coaxed me in a raspy voice that resembled a mob wife. “Come on, now. Step in.”
I took a deep breath, took off my robe, and tried to cover myself up as I entered the booth. Mel whistled at me, trying to tease me.
“Shut up!” I giggled nervously.
“Seriously, I don’t get why you’re so embarrassed about your body,” Mel commented, trying to reassure me. She was still standing there in her bikini and started pulling at the skin right above her hip bones. “See, I have love handles the size of the Titanic, and I’m not stressing about it.”
“Oh, stop!” I said. “You barely have any fat on you.” And that was the truth. Mel was built like a model. She had a flawless face with freckles along the bridge of her nose, long legs, and a womanly figure that put mine to shame.
“Spread your arms for me, honey,” the salon worker cut in, but my arms were plastered over my torso, trying to cover my chest and stomach. I hoped that the woman who was going to be spray tanning me didn’t notice how badly my hands were shaking.
“Come on!” Mel exclaimed. “Think of how much better you’re going to look in your dress with a nice tan!”
I rolled my eyes and worked up the courage to stand there, half naked, in the booth. But, I was tense as hell and gritting my teeth. Mel tried to help the situation by distracting me.
“I still can’t believe you’re friends with Miles anyway, and best friends at that,” Mel tried to addle me. She put on her robe and crossed her arms. Now she was sounding more like herself. “I mean he’s practically a certified man whore.”
|Lucy Hale||as Rachel|
|Jeremy Sumpter||as Miles|