call. She went into Irina and Vladaâs old room, shutting the door behind her. Wow. It was weird to think of Brynn having a mother. Her mom probably wore leather jackets and carried a switchblade.
ââScuse the way Iâm dressed,â Summer said. âI just came from a casting.â
âFor bathing suits?â I asked.
âNope, for a Ludacris video.â
We were quiet for a few seconds, listening to the muffled sounds of Brynn talking on the phone in the next room, followed by her shouting, âMa, what the hellâs the matter with you? You canât eat ice cream every night. You got high cholesterol.â
âMiguel says youâre from Florida,â Summer said. She pronounced Miguel Mee-gayal . âZat right?â
âYeah. Iâve never been away from home before,â I found myself telling her. I was totally mesmerized by her smile, her warmth, her everything.
âMe either. Iâm a Georgia girl myself. Itâs hard at first, but youâll get used to it. How old are you?â
âSixteen. Iâll be seventeen next month.â
âIâm eighteen.â
âMa, I donât want to hear it!â Brynn belted out from behind the door. âShut your pie hole and get on a treadmill already, or stop complaining youâre fat.â
âWell, I know how scary it is to be away from home for the first time,â Summer said. âIâll show you the ropes.â
âThanks.â
âWhereâs your stuff? Iâll help you unpack. I got some drawer space you can use. It ainât much, butâ¦â
âThanks,â I said again.
She had the energy Monique was talking about. She was bubbly and sweet and cheerful and all the things I wasnât. If we were back in Comet Iâd have hated her on sight, or at the very least, lumped her in with Hillary High Beams and her crew, or been intimidated by her. Iâd definitely keep my distance.
But Summerâs smile looked real. âIf thereâs anything you need, any questions, jest give me a holler, âkay? When I came here I didnât know nothinâ.â
I wanted to hate her, but I couldnât. She was just nice. It was that simple. Okay, so maybe I wouldnât be having intellectual discussions with her, like on the use of double negatives, for example, but I could live with this girl. She was a relief after Brynn. At least she was kind, and kindness was always a good thing to have around.
From the other room, I heard, âMa, you shoulda seen that new girl just now when I told her she better watch it. She almost crapped her pants!â
Especially when you thought you were going to need it.
chapter 8
We were on a five-minute break, and thank God for the blanket. Underneath it, all I had on was a wet, flowered bikini and tiny cover-up shorts. It turned out the beach was freezing at seven a.m. Well, freezing by Miami-in-January standards. It was about fifty-five degrees. âCanât have a comp card without a bathing suit shot,â Momma said when I asked why I had to pose in a bikini for my first test shoot. Not that I had anything to hide. Iâd been a runner since middle school, so my butt and legs were pretty tight. But just on principle, why did my very first set of pictures have to be all about T and A?
Momma also told me Iâd love the photographer. She was right. Sean was thirtysomething, bearded, and overtanned, and I liked the quiet way he was giving me directions. He was also probably the first straight man Iâd met in the three days Iâd been here. The handful of men in the booking room were all gay, but it was a wide range of gay, from totally obvious to not at all obvious. Miguel registered a ten on the gay-o-meter, and gorgeous Dimitri a one or zero. Dimitri seemed so straight, the way he talked to me and how he kissed me hello, but Miguel assured me he was âgayer than Christmas.â Anyway, I knew
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