#Chapter 13-Take a Dip

Guilt begins to engulf me as I watch Natalie approach me. I know I’ve done nothing wrong, yet here I am, with red cheeks and an alarm going off in my head. Why do I feel as if I’ve been caught red-handed, like a child’s hand in the cookie jar? “What?” I question her. “Oh, I know you heard what I said, bitch!” I turn to look at Derek and the girls as if to ask what’s happening, but I return my gaze to the model. What is she doing here? Who invited her? And why is she attacking me like this? The group around us has grown quiet, and I can see all eyes on me. The hairs on the back of my neck prickle up, sending a full shiver down my spine. Still unclear as to why she’s here, I begin to stammer in my confusion. “I-I’m here to take pictures of the girls.” She laughs, throwing her long hair over her shoulder as she reaches me. “What an excuse!” Natalie barks, unexpectedly ripping my phone out of my hand.