Chapter 3 – The Key to Freedom
“Fashion police murder squad?” Trix howled with laughter.
“I didn’t know what to say!” I tried defending myself, but I couldn’t help but laugh a little myself.
Trix wiped tears from her eyes. “Oh man, I wish I could’ve seen it.”
“I’m actually glad you didn’t,” I leaned back into the lawn chair she had acquired for me and chuckled at the encounter. “I seriously couldn’t have thought of a worse comeback.” Our eyes met and we both burst into a new round of laughter.
I was seated inside the shadows of the tent-like walls the booth was equipped with and watched as Trix rearranged some of the for-sale dresses that hung on the rack or the third time; they could not be more neatly arranged.
“I don’t get why my boss thought this year would be better than last, I think everyone should just acknowledge that the outdoor booths does not work, sale or no sale,” she sulked and huffed slightly.
“How long do you have left of today anyway?” I asked, absentmindedly twirling my phone in my hand just to have something to do.
“Another four hours, sorry,” she smiled apologetically and I waved my hand at her.
“Maybe I’ll just camp out here in the meantime, if you’ll have me that is.”
“I wouldn’t put up much of a protest, but tell me Riles, why the hell would you subject yourself to this for four hours?”
I shrugged. “It’s not as if I’ve got anything else planned.”
“It’s the second week of our summer vacation, you should be on the beach or having fun, not be stuck here with me when you don’t even get paid! It’s actually kinda worrying.” Trix said and I averted my eyes.
“It’s just that,” I began nervously, picking at my nails, “I was supposed to spend this summer with Gabriel, you know? It was supposed to be our last summer together before college.” I shrugged as if I didn’t care, and if I had been talking to anyone else it might have worked, but Trix knew me better than I knew myself sometimes.
“No,” she said sternly and pointed her forefinger at me.
“I’m not a dog!” I joked, but unfortunately it didn’t deviate her from her speech, but it did earn me a lip twitch.
“Don’t let him ruin your summer, it’s been two months! I’m not saying get over it already, because I know you loved him and I think you sort of still do, but I am saying that you shouldn’t give him this power over you,” she smiled apologetically. “What you need is a rebound.”
My face contorted into a grimace of distaste. “I am not interested in a new relationship. I’m going to stay single until I get out of here and start Arizona State.”
Trix shook her head. “No, I’m not saying a new relationship. When was the last time you were single?”
“Four years ago?” I asked. I’d jumped right from one really short relationship over to Gabriel, with very little breathing space in between.
“Exactly! You don’t need a boyfriend. You just need a summer fling, someone that can teach you how to have fun again. Let loose and live a little!”
I studied her sceptically. “You’re actually serious?” I asked finally.
“Yes!”
It didn’t exactly have to be such a bad idea, except for the fact that I really wasn’t in the mood for it. “I’m not sure,” I said hesitantly.
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