Page 169 of The Perfect Spiral
Chapter 57
I don’t want to talk to him either. If he’s going to be so childish about all of it, then I’m not going to entertain him by giving him a screaming match, which is probably what he wants.
She sighs and lays down with me. After a few moments of silence between us, she perks up.
“Let me take a picture of you lying in the sand all sexy? That bikini looks hot on you today! All you have to do is roll on your side and smile up through the hat you’re wearing.”
She takes my phone out of my hand and pulls me over so I’m lying on my side. I groan, knowing I’ll look weird doing this.
“Alright, so lie like this, bend this leg, put your arm here and your ass slightly in the air. Look up at me,” she instructs, and I comply. I look up at her through the hat and smirk.
“Yes, girl! Just like that! You look so seductive right now,” she smiles while taking a few pictures. She reminds me of Regina George’s mom from Mean Girls, coaching me through this.
“Okay, next, lie on your stomach and perk your ass up a little.”
I roll my eyes at her. “Andy, I’m not Lauren! It’s not a photoshoot,” I chuckle out.
“Shhh, you’re way hotter than Lauren! Just do it. Aaaand stretch your arms out in front and look over with sexy ’smeyes’.”
I quirk an eyebrow at her. “A what? What the fuck is a smeyes?”
She huffs and crawls close to me with a seductive look about her. I’m so embarrassed right now. She points to her eyes, showing me what she means.
“Smiling with your eyes, hello? Did you not watch America’sNext Top Model? Just do it!” I try my best smeyes pose while laughing at how ridiculous I probably look.
I look over to see Knox with his camera in hand, snapping a picture of me. He looks down at his screen and looks back up at me with wide eyes.
I focus my attention back on Andy, who is looking through the pictures, deleting the ones that aren’t good.
“Okay, sit up and cross your legs.” Sitting up on my butt, I play with the sand underneath me and wait for instruction from her.
She threads her fingers through my hair, playfully removing my hat and setting my phone aside. With a few deft movements, she scrunches the ends of my hair, giving me a beachy, surfer-girl look.
“Wow, girl! You’re a knockout, even without makeup. Now, smile, bitch!” Her words send me into a fit of laughter, and she seizes the opportunity to snap a few candid shots.
Once she’s satisfied, she shows me the array of photos she’s taken and edited.
“I think you should post this one on Instagram! Your body looks incredible. Can I handle all the editing and stuff for you? I love doing it... Oh my god, I could be your social media manager!”
Her wild idea sends me into another round of laughter. She’s showing me the first photo we took, where I’m lying on my side, smiling up at her. It’s not a sexy pose, just a genuine smile. It’s simple, and it’s very me.
“Go ahead, knock yourself out. But you’re not becoming my manager, Andy. It’ll probably get like two likes, one from you and the other from Hannah.”
I laugh at my own joke, imagining my millions of followers—note the sarcasm. She uploads the photo and speaks in anamused tone.
“Two likes, huh? Alex, you already have a thousand likes, and Knox was the first to like it. It’s only been up for thirty seconds.”
“What? Are you serious?” I sit up abruptly to check if she’s pulling my leg, only to find that I indeed have thousands of likes and a flood of comments.
She starts reading the comments aloud, and I cringe at the words.
“@Knox, you lucky son of a bitch.
@Knox, she’s definitely the girl in your picture, dude.
@Knox, that is one sexy body, now I know why you keep her to yourself.
@Knox, can I have her for a night?
