Another Wrong Turn?

Chapter Twenty-Two: Being Gullible Might Be a Good Thing

            Everything was just magnificent. From the king-sized bed to the wide windows that shows the glorious sight of the beach. Everything was polished, clean and neat. I dropped my bags on the floor and ran to the bed, throwing myself to it. I moaned at the softness of the mattress and the fluffiness of the pillow. This is going to be a very, very fun weekend, indeed.

            After five minutes of relishing the bed, I grabbed my bags and placed my clothes on the closet. I gulped as I brought out my fuchsia bikini that Suzanne and I bought yesterday. Should I really wear this? It wouldn’t kill Suzanne if I just wear my shorts and a plain white tank top, right?

            But somehow, I would love if Ian will see me in my bikini. I would love to see the look on his face when I wear this thing.

            A wicked smile appeared on my lips. I went inside the bathroom—which was so big than my room—and stripped down my clothes. I slipped the bikini on. Biting my lips nervously, I picked up a plain long white shirt and put it on. As I watched myself on the full-length mirror, I noticed that worry was evident in my eyes. I almost laughed out loud. When did I start worrying about what I wear? I never worry about what I was wearing when I was with Lance because I know that he’ll still love me even though I wear the most hideous clothes I’ve ever seen.

            “Ah, whatever!” I said out loud, rolling my eyes at my reflection.

            I left the bathroom and grabbed my Gucci sunglasses and my beach hat. I put both on and I slipped my hot pink slippers on my feet. I took a deep breath as I locked the door as I left my room. I checked the room beside me, knowing that it’s Miranda and Suzanne’s. I knocked at the door but no one came to open it. Maybe both of them were at the beach already, having the time of their lives.

            I sighed and left the beach house. I crossed my arms on my chest, gulping nervously. Oh my God, what if the bikini was just too revealing? Sure, most girls my age wear much, much more revealing but I am not those kind of girls! I’m the kind of girl who doesn’t give a shit on what I’m wearing. And now here I am, wearing a very, very sexy bikini that I never wore in my whole life.

            “Oh screw it! Who cares what Ian thinks? If he loves me, he won’t care in what I’m wearing!” I muttered under my breath as I turned to go back to my room.

            “There she is! Victoria!” Suzanne’s familiar voice shouted happily.

            I groaned as I turned around, preparing to face Suzanne. When I saw her with Vince, I faked a smile. “He—hey, guys! How’s it going?”

            Suzanne was wearing her yellow bikini that I chose for her yesterday. Vince was wearing his beach shorts and his chest was bare and all the girls were staring at him, drooling.

            “Hey, you look good!” he whistled, raising his thumb.

            “Tha—.”

            “But better if you take that hideous white shirt off of you!”

            I glared at him. “Shut up.”

            “Come on, Victoria, he’s right! Take it off!” Suzanne urged me, grinning like an idiot.

            “Whatever. Where’s Miranda?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

            “With Evan. Maybe making out or something. And don’t try to change the subject! Take that white shirt off of you!”

            “I won’t take it off,” I said stubbornly.