Sugar Rush

16- Shark Week Is Coming

16

Friday night came in a rush. I had Bruce on my bed watching me move from one end of my room to the other, running around with clothes on my arms as I tossed them about.

I had misplaced my bathing suit. I don’t know where it was and it’s already too late to go out to buy a new one. It was already eleven and the only stores that were open were diners, convenience stores, or fast food restaurants and none of them sells swimming equipment.

Liam was at the living doing who knows what with Skittles. I had his things already packed.

“Where on earth did I put it?” I exclaimed as I paced around the room, Bruce’s eyes following my every move.

The last time I went swimming was.....eight months ago? Or nine? And that was a month after last year’s family reunion…..

It’s with Reese! She borrowed mine last month because she lost hers and just decided to buy a new one and forgot to return back mine.

Another groan made its way out of me as I collapsed on my bed, startling Bruce.

I know it’s not that big of a deal to just get a new one, but I have a few fairly good reasons.

One. It was cute. It was a green one piece suit that didn’t reveal a lot of skin.

Two. I got it at a boutique five cities over that sold a lot of nice products with no other duplicates. A one of a kind type of store.

And three. I don’t go swimming often so having two sets would really just be impractical.

Giving up, I just cleaned my room and finished packing up of my stuff which were just a few towels, shirts, shorts, and a lot of sunblock.

A familiar cloth stuck out from the bottom of my dresser. Curious, I pulled it out and all my other clothes which I just neatly folded and kept, sprung out of the closet and rained all over my room.

Out loud, I groaned in frustration, and so did Bruce. I just finished cleaning up!

Sighing, I pulled up the familiar clothing up to inspect it and my eyes widened. I knew no one was around to hear me or anything but fate was clearly toying with me right now.

I shook my head vehemently and. “No. There’s no way in hell I would wear that.”

Hanging by the tipoff my index  finger and thumb was a bandeau type of bikini set that Dani gave me for my birthday last year as a sort of gag gift- she knew I didn’t like exposing too much skin, when I celebrated my birthday and first year anniversary of Sugar Rush at the beach.

I shook my head again but still tucked it in my bag just for emergencies if I couldn’t get a new suit tomorrow.

Just when I placed the last item of clothing back in my closet, my phone buzzed. Since I did turn my room almost a hundred eight degrees earlier, I misplaced my phone. All I heard was buzzing and a light muffled sound from the ringtone.

Bruce started barking at the foreign sound with his little voice, looking around for the source.

After a few more rings, I finally found it- it was in between some of my clothes in my bag, and answered it the instant my skin had contact with it without checking the who the caller was because I was too lazy to call the person again if it stopped ringing.

“Hello.”

“Hi Bethany.”

I promptly knew it was Blake. No one else calls me Bethany except for him- and also maybe Mrs. Garfield. “Oh it’s you Blake.”