“Then what the hell happened to you?”
“I don't know. I just filled out a bit I guess. That, and I ate what I wanted for once.”
Danielle bites her lower lip, looking my body up and down. “Well shit, girl, put me on that diet then. You're smokin'!”
I giggle again at Dani's exaggeration. The girl can always crack me up.
“And I'll take that ripe ass while you’re at it,” she adds, smacking me on the butt. “Damn, it even wiggles now.”
I laugh harder and smooth out my skirt where Dani has rumpled it. “Girl, please.”
“Seriously. You've gotten so curvy, you could give Kate Upton a run for her money.”
“Okay, now you need to stop.”
Dani whips her tails, and I swear if the idiots in Hollywood ever want to make a young Harley Quinn movie, I know exactly who they should cast. Dani even knows who that character is—she introduced her to me. “I’m not lying to you.”
I stop fiddling with my locker and glance around. I see several guys looking our way. One of them even grins at me. “Well, you know what? Ever since I walked on campus, I've received non-stop stares from all the guys,” I tell her. “Isn't that just weird? I couldn't even get one to look at me, then I go away for the summer, and now the whole athletic department wants me? I walked by the Fountain coming in, and I thought I was going to start a riot.”
Dani shakes her head again. “Girl, I'm telling you. You were a stick figure when I last saw you, and now, you actually have some curves. And they're in all the right places.”
“Thanks,” I say. “I think.”
Dani grins at me. “Trust me, this year . . . you'll get laid, that's for sure.”
“So how was your trip to Italy?” I say, quick to change the subject. The last thing I want to think about is having pre-marital sex. Mom is overly religious, and that's one of the things she never shuts the hell up about. When my boobs started to get bigger, she even made a comment that she could 'see my dirty pillows' before half-smiling at the joke. I hadn't laughed.
Dani's grin twists into a sour expression. “It was alright . . . I guess.”
“What do you mean, you guess? You've been wanting to go to Italy since our sweet sixteen birthday parties. You talked so much about Michelangelo's David last year that I thought you were gonna hump the thing when you finally saw it in person.”
“Well, I had fun and all, but our parents made me room with Joseph.”
Joseph is Dani's brother and is actually pretty cute and sweet. He's a sophomore this year and is probably hanging out in the quad with his buddies. Like I say, he's nice. He just isn't my type.
“So what was so bad about that?” I ask. “I thought you loved your brother.”
“I do! But I don't love his farts.”
“Dani!” I protest, trying not to laugh too hard.
Dani scowls, her mouth drawing down into a little point. “Sorry. I can't help it. He was cutting those stinky things like he was slicing Swiss cheese. Or maybe aged Parmesan, considering where we were.”
I gag. I can't help it. “Okay. Stop. Now.”
Dani lets out a laugh. “It's so frickin’ easy to gross you out.”
“Which is why you should show some restraint and not do it.”
Dani grins. “Never.” She starts to finger her blond locks then stops. “So I've been thinking, Whit.”
Oh boy. It was never good when Dani thought about anything. Did I mention she'd make a good young Harley Quinn? Brilliant and crazy—that's Dani Vaughn.
“About?” I ask wearily.
“I got an idea while I was in Italy.”
Even worse.
“Huh?”
“You know how you made that offhand comment about wanting to join the cheerleading squad last semester?”
“Uh . . . yeah?” I remember. I said it mainly because I'd been so hard up for a date that I'd been desperate to try anything, including flipping around in a short skirt in order to catch some attention from the type of guys I like. I can't help it. While their attitudes and behavior are disgusting, the image of a strong jock sends tingles through my skin.
“And have you been practicing the moves I showed you, like you promised?”
I nod. I don't say it, but I suspect that all those tumbling moves had been part of the reason my new weight has gone on in a good way and not a bad one. “I didn't have much else to do besides eat and look up the colleges I want to apply to.”
Dani looks pleased and says, “Well, I wanted to officially invite you to try out.”
I drop my jaw. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, why not? You're my best friend and this is our last school year together. Why not experience something you haven't done before and make the most of it?”
It's hard to close my mouth. I can't believe Dani is asking me to join the cheerleading squad since she always calls me clumsy as hell—and with good reason. I've spent years being all errant elbows and hip bones, and now she's asking me to do cheerleading?
“When are tryouts?” I finally manage. Dani can't be denied.