Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“Oh. My. God!” Kayla is still bouncing on her bed as I walk back in from the terrace and lie down next to her on her bed.
“Liz, your parents booked us an amazing room. I can’t believe we get to spend seven days here, on the beach, at the pool, and it is literally right near every freaking club we’re going to be checking out. Thank goodness I got us those fake IDs that say we’re twenty-one. We’re going to seriously have the best time before we have to go back to boring books and classes.”
I stifle my laugh. Since when has Kayla ever let books and classes bring her down? Never. There is no stopping this girl and I’m sure once we’re in Las Vegas, she’ll be right back to being the life of the school. Although, if we get arrested for the fake IDs she had made, we may never make it to school.
“Ugh, Kayla. Do you really think it’s wise to go to clubs that we shouldn’t be in, right before our parents let us fly across the country to go to college? What if the bouncer realizes the IDs are fake and we get arrested? We will be so screwed. My mom will be so disappointed.”
“Liz, stop! It’s all good. They totally look like the real deal. Trust me, the guy I got them from assured me nobody would be able to tell the difference. Stop stressing over nothing. We’re going to have an amazing time this week, then you can go back to your book-loving self next week once we’re at ULV. I can’t believe you decided to start classes this summer. There is no way I am stepping foot in a classroom until August.”
Yes, I’m starting school this summer. I don’t know what the big deal is. I can take three classes and get a head start. It’s the smart thing to do. I didn’t bust my butt the last four years in high school to screw up now.
“Okay, okay. So, Miss Miami, where to first?”
Giving me a look that says she’s up to no good, Kayla says, “First we get changed. Then we part-ay!”
Two
Liz
As we walk up to one of the hottest clubs in Miami—according to Kayla—we immediately see the line going down the street and around the corner. There is no way we’re going to get in there. Not even as hot as Kayla says we look. I look down at my dress, remembering earlier today when she surprised me with this outfit.
As we opened up our suitcases, I realized Kayla had been shopping without me. I should have expected this, as none of my clothes are up to club standards as she puts it. Of course, she had us both completely taken care of and wasn’t taking no for an answer. When she pulled out the dress, I thought for sure it couldn’t be for me because that dress didn’t have enough material to be something I would wear. I was wrong. Between the dress, heels, makeup, and hair, I prayed we would both pass for twenty-one.
Once we make it to the end of the line, I look down at myself wondering what the heck I was thinking letting Kayla play dress up with me. Remember when I said Kayla and I are complete opposites? Well that extends to our body types as well. Kayla is wearing a silver sequin dress that is way too low up top and way too short below, but of course she looks hot. She’s skinny but toned in all the right places thanks to her many years of surfing, and she has perfect size breasts that are spilling out of the top of her dress, which is completely formfitting and shows off her amazingly long legs that go on for days. She has topped off her outfit with matching silver fuck-me heels that have got to be at least five inches tall. I have no idea how she is even walking in them.
I, on the other hand, am curvy all over with large breasts, and while I’m not fat, I’m definitely on the thick side with an ass and hips. Kayla surprised me with a simple spaghetti strap black dress, telling me every woman needs an LBD (little black dress) for her first time in the club—it’s apparently a rite-of-passage. Thankfully, she provided me with a pair of cute heels that aren’t nearly the height of hers. My feet will definitely be thanking her later. Still looking down at myself, I must be frowning because Kayla immediately snaps me out of my own head.
“Stop overthinking the dress, Liz.” She looks at me with one brow raised, giving me the I know what I’m talking about look that she always gives when I begin to doubt something she thinks is amazing.