Chelsea grabbed a strand of hair, twirled it around her finger and moved her shoulders in a shoulder dance. “Why not, she’s such an easy prey. Don’t you think? Besides,” she looked at Annette and grinned, “it’s fun,” they both said in unison.
Scott ignored the duo’s comment, picked up Chelsea’s hair and twirled it around his finger. He sniffed its fragrance. “Pretty.”
Chelsea beamed at the compliment. “Thanks. I have a new shampoo. It cost twenty-five dollars a bottle.”
Scott whistled, smiling admiringly at the silky mane. He was partial to blonde hair, especially the long, silky type, as Chelsea’s was. She had the whole blue eyes thing going as well. He was fairly certain the color was called cornflower blue. There was no doubt about it, Chelsea was gorgeous—and she knew it.
“Wow! That’s a whole lot of bucks for shampoo. Is your dad rich or something?” he asked. His family was far from poor, but there’s no way his mother would ever pay twenty-five dollars for shampoo. Not that he’d ever want her to. Twenty-five dollars could buy a whole lot of corn dogs.
Chelsea puffed out her chest, swelling with pride, but her eyes revealed a deeper secret, one she didn’t want to share with anyone regarding their family’s finances. “Something like that,” she said after a brief pause. “But seriously, what’s she doing over there? Whatever she’s working on she’s been doing it for days. She like, doesn’t even do anything else.” She wanted to move the subject away from finances.
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