The Deal

Chapter Seventeen

I look myself over in the mirror. Admiring the way my breasts practically spill out of my bikini top, not too much but just enough. The purple marks Rafe left on them now faded. Running my hand over the smooth skin of my bikini line. Sarah dragged me into getting a bikini wax with her and both ended up getting brazilians since the lady there talked us into it because they were 'running a deal' I didn't care either way, saves me the time of having to shave every time I want to wear a tiny bikini.

"Oh my god Lily!" Sarah sings as she comes up behind me and shakes my shoulders, looking at me through the mirror. "You look so hot" she tells me and I roll my eyes playfully. A tiny thought prying at the back of my head as I fight it. I shouldn't care..I shouldn't even wonder.

Wonder if Rafe will look at me.. think anything of how I look.
I might have lost my inner confidence but I never lost the confidence in the way my body looks. Maybe that's why I use it the way I do, it's the last thing I have left to feel something positive about myself. I know I have nice breasts and a nice ass, my waist is tiny and I have a slight hour glass shape but I'm thin. It's the only thing I have left confidence wise and it feels nice to walk through a crowd of people and be gawked at. But that kind of feeling is only surface and the high of it goes away once the attention is off of me so I'll chase it and chase it and wear it out until it makes me sick to do anymore.

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Twenty minutes in and I've already had three or four shots of I don't know what, all I know is that it burned like hell when it went down so it must be good.

I have no idea whose party this is, on the beach on figure eight that backs up to someone's big ass house. A large bonfire and crowds of kooks everywhere. I'm sure there's some pogues mixed in but I'm not looking.

I lost Sarah a few minutes ago when she started chatter boxing with some girl I didn't know so I took the opportunity to go find another drink or something or maybe something better. Feeling more than tipsy now and that familiar reckless excitement rise from the alcohol. I weave through the crowds of people trying to get back to keg stand and where the bottles and bottles of alcohol are being guarded by two bratty looking jocks in sunglasses.

I hear someone shout and look over my shoulder, crashing into something hard, almost falling on my ass.
"What the fuck!" I shout whipping my head around, feeling irritation burn under my skin when I meet his eyes. How? How out of everyone here is he who I crash into? "Watch where your going" he snaps, his eyes immediately falling to my chest and I feel that confidence ignite. Not being any better when my eyes sweep him up and down. Wearing dark swim trunks and a short sleeve button up shirt that's unbothered and opened, showing off his chiseled abs. His side tattoo peaking out. Making warmth gather between my legs and shiver run up my spine when I remember what it felt like against my tongue.

I roll my eyes at him, crossing my arms, only pushing up my already on display cleavage. "You better have taken that fucking pill" he says low, his eyes moving around to make sure no one heard him.

"I didn't, do you wanna feel the heart beat?" I ask earning the biggest eat shit and die look I've ever seen on him."I used the money to buy it it's first onsie" I tell him.
"You're not funny" he practically growls. Both of us turning our heads when someone walks up to us and starts dramatically coughing. Confused when I see it's Liam.
"Sorry" he says, putting his hand on his chest, coughing some more. "I can't breath with all the tension over here" he tells us and I can't help but smirk at his humor. Rafe however doesn't find him as funny. "Hey Liam" I greet him, sneering over at Rafe. "Hi Lily" he says wigging his fingers at me, looking between Rafe and I with a stupid grin on his face.

I have no idea if he knows..I'm sure he does. He's Rafe's best friend.

Rafe only shakes his head, stepping up to me and I hide the way my breath catches in my throat. "Why don't you put a fucking shirt on, you look like a fucking slut" he tells me low. "Aw then I guess I'm just your type" I smile up at him, seeing Liam's mouth fall open out of the corner of my eye before he starts laughing. Rafe only glares something flickers in his eyes before a tiny grin pulls at his lips and I feel my smile fade..that look never means anything good..He shoves past me followed by Liam still laughing his ass off. I'm glad he finds me amusing.