teaganmitchell (teaganmitchell) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-07-03 13:43:00 |
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"You sat around the ship all day yesterday to get your damn AC fixed, so you have to show up," Teagan heatedly told her cellphone, and presumably the friend on the other end of the line, as well. "If you ditch me today, our friendship is over. I swear it, I'm running off with an islander, and you'll have to put 'Bobby's' secretary or whatever she is into my dress. I hope it fits, 'cause her boobs are bigger than mine."
Not to mention longer legs, a nicer ass... God, it was humiliating just standing next to the likes of Eden Williams. Teagan didn't understand how Susie could stand it. Susie was cute, but Eden Williams was a chocolate goddess. If Rob York wasn't screwing around with Eden, then it was just more proof of how weird he was. He'd barely even eaten anything at dinner, despite having ordered basically the whole menu. Teagan had refrained from making comments about male anorexia, though. The captain had been sitting right there, as had Eden Williams, several other people that Teagan hadn't known but looked like they could buy and sell her, and Marcus Caravahlo... who she was eighty-five percent sure was York's hired bodyguard disguised as a childhood friend. Bennett, she could see. But York and the towering, tattooed hispanic, palling around after school hours? No way in Hell.
Not that it mattered, really. Rob could hire pretend friends all he wanted, if he could afford it, and he seemed to be able to afford it. When Susie had first told Teagan about this trip, she'd been sure that it had been a joke. She'd also thought that about the engagement, at first... even going so far as to scrutinize Susie's ring, trying to find indication that it was a fake. No such luck, though. Susanna Wilson had somehow managed the fairy tale ending by landing herself a rich Prince Awkward.
It wasn't that Teagan was jealous, per se, but it did make her seriously consider dying her hair. It had been one of the first things Rob had commented on at the coffee shop; Susie's hair color. Three weeks of leaving eighteen-dollar tips on 2-dollar herbal teas. Tips that they'd split, of course, so Teagan couldn't even be bitter about that. The two barristas had served York equally, more or less, depending on who was standing at the till, and he always left a twenty without taking change. Not in a suave, classy way, either. With a wink and maybe some innuendo. Oh, no. He'd shake his hand at them like he was annoyed, frown, and walk out as quickly as his rigid spine and tree-filled ass would allow. Theories had been formed about it... that he was in too much of a rush to wait for them to make change, at first, and then - later - that he was paying them for being nice to him. Teagan still put the most weight on that one. Rich he may have been, but York wasn't the kind of guy who earned himself a lot of earnest smiles from pretty girls, and Susanna could be a ray of sunshine, when she wanted to be. So could Teagan, for that matter, but never with the same measure of brilliance. She wasn't that good at acting. And she didn't have red hair.
When it was clear that he'd become smitten, York had almost become endearing, in a way. Susie flustered him, and his attempts at complimenting her had been hilarious at first (like that first one... "Your hair is an interesting color; I assume it must be artificial, but it does seem to suit you"). Teagan had delighted in the drama of it, doing her part to encourage Susanna to interact, not really noticing the way her friend was warming up to the guy. She hadn't seen much to warm up to, really... but then it went from Mr. York to Bobby and everything just... changed. Practically overnight.
For one, Teagan got more hours at the coffee shop these days.
But she wasn't jealous. Not really. She wouldn't want to be marrying York, and all the money in the world wouldn't have changed her mind about that, she was sure. She just had to keep telling herself that... especially since the offer had never been on the table for her. Susie looked amazing in designer clothes, sipping wine from fancy glassware, playing up the trophy wife thing... Teagan would have fucked it up, surely. Judging from her own romantic history, she wasn't exactly destined to court anyone off the rich and famous list. Which was a pity, really, because goddamn, Ian Kingsley was hot in person. He probably liked redheads, too. Be hard not to, when Dakota Davenport was in the room.
"Okay, I'm here. You have exactly twenty minutes before I elope with a smoking hot busboy, so be quick about it. And wear a lot of sunblock." Teagan ended the call, but it was an empty threat, really. The hottest busboys thus far had all seemed to be underage, as well. Deep tans and chiseled abs didn't really make up for the squick-factor of eyeballing a teenager, and she wasn't nearly old enough to rock the cougar vibe. Hell, she was only a few years older than Susanna.
A few years older, least one cup size less impressive, and several shades more boring to look at. The fairness of life was duly in question. I'm sure I have a great personality, to make up for it, she assured herself. I've got a great sense of humor and I can suck a golf ball through a garden hose. She sighed and hefted the oversized, purple, faux-leather bag a bit higher on her shoulder as she hiked past the entrance. The various bottles tucked inside it, carefully wrapped with beach towels and clothing items, didn't even clink.
Maybe she was a little jealous, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to show her best friend a good time. Besides, it was a nude hot spring, and she figured she'd need at least enough alcohol to for her to not care about being naked in public, multiplied by three.