Chapter 18: Under the Spotlight

‎Zach whistled at me once he saw me. "Looking hot, girl!" He commented from the sofa, legs tucked underneath him and arm resting along the back as he turned his attention to me.

‎"Thanks babe." I leaned over the back of the sofa and grabbed the package off of him. Quickly, I teared open the sealed, grey plastic bag.

‎"What'd ya get?"

‎"Remember that top I showed you and Julie? The white one with 'this bitch bites!' written on the front?" My fingers touched material and I quickly pulled it free. The plastic fell to the floor and I held the top up so I could see it fully. I grinned, satisfied with my purchase.

‎Zach threw his head back and laughed. "You didn't!"

‎"Oh-" I turned the shirt around so he could see it. "-I did!"

‎Zach gasped, taking in its beauty. "I fucking love it! Do they do it in my size?" Reaching out, he pinched the bottom between his fingers. "Ooh, I like the material too."

‎"Yes, I think so." I gathered it in my hands and pulled it over my head before smoothing it down. "I'll send you the link." Placing my hands on my hips, I pulled a pose. "What'd you think?"

‎"Your boobs look awesome in that." He nodded approvingly. "Oh! Gimme your phone. I'll take a pic and you can send it to Julie. I bet she'll wanna see it." Zach held out his hand and wiggled his fingers at me.

‎My hand automatically went to search my pockets but fingers only found skin which reminded me - my clothes, and phone, were upstairs. "I'll go get it."

‎After sending the picture, I grabbed a quick snack before making my way back upstairs. My hair was still wet from the shower and I needed to get it dry before it started to go frizzy on me.

‎Taking a seat at my dresser, I plugged in my hair drier and got ready to turn it on when my phone vibrated, signalling a message. I placed the appliance down before grabbing my phone and reading the text.

‎Damn, I hope she does, was the response, leaving me confused.

‎Julie didn't text like that. She liked shortening her words until they were nearly impossible to read and it usually took me and Zach to decode it. And hell no, she'd never use a comma. Probably didn't even know what one was.

‎Scrunching my nose in confusion, I was about to text her back when another one comes through. This time, I noticed it was from Julian.

‎You're fucking beautiful, by the way x.

‎Okay, so that's kind of creepy. How the fuck does he know what I looked like? And then that's when I realised that the previous text had been from Julian too, and not Julie like I'd thought.

‎"Oh no..." I breathed, scrolling upwards until - yep, that's the picture Zach took. Me, in nothing but my white 'this bitch bites!' shirt and black panties, pushing my breasts out so the writing can be read without creases. And it had been sent to Julian. Not Julie.

‎"I'm going to kill Zach," I growled out loud, my heart beating like crazy. I stood up, panicking, pacing, and trying to form a coherent thought. Did he do it on purpose? No, surely he wouldn't - okay, yeah, he probably would. I groaned loudly, covering my face and falling backwards onto the bed. I land with a bounce.

‎And oh god, just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, I remembered, "I'm not even wearing make-up, Zach!"

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