I wake the next morning to the sun shining through the drape covered windows, warming my pillows and blanket comfortably.
The pretty perfect way to wake on a morning isn't it? Too bad that's not how my morning began.
"I swear to all things sweet and holy, if I find out it was stolen there would be bloodshed," I fume with indescribable rage.
"Relax. I'm sure it'll be around here somewhere."
The room is a mess. All three of our single beds are turned upside down and our boxes are spread out open on the floor in search of my silver neck chain.
I was just about putting it on to go for a morning walk when I discovered it was no longer in my bag. I haven't seen it since I arrived in Hawaii but that doesn't mean I forgot it back at home. I always carry it in my bag so I'm still trying to figure out why I can't find it anymore.
"It's just a neck chain, I can get you a new one," I shoot Lacey a hard glare from her statement and walk slowly towards her.
"It's not just any neck chain so watch your mouth or else I'll..."
"Allie!" Simone comes in between us before I start clawing at her face. I pull out my stress ball from my bag and start squeezing it to contain my energy. It doesn't help a lot, but it's better than squeezing someone's face instead.
"We are going to find your neck chain," Simone says again. "I promise. Don't fight you guys."
"What if I lost it? You know I can't lose it!" I squeeze the ball harder, a familiar sting burning behind my eyes.
"Am I missing something here?"
"I'll explain to you later. Help me clean up," Simone tells her as Lacey stares at me with concern clouding her eyes before joining Simone in arranging the beds.
"We're here to have fun and watch cute half-naked guys tan themselves, Let's not get bitter," Simone says while shoving her things back into her box.
"Exactly. Let's talk about boys, Who else noticed the Kingston boys are extremely hot?"
I zone out of their conversation and walk out of the room still moody. My whole day is officially ruined and all they have to talk about is boys. Those annoying species.
Everyone's busy getting everywhere ready for this evening pool party when I get out of the building. Alexa is shouting orders to some group of girls trying to hold up a banner on the wall that reads 'WELCOME TO THE SPLASH PARTY' and I roll my eyes at them.
My flip-flops continue to dig into the hot sand as I reach the edge of the beach where there's a volleyball net that is being erected on the beach just little ways above the water. I stop walking and shove my hands into the pockets of my Khaki shorts to watch Cory and some guys play volleyball.
"Come play with us!" Someone hollers, sending me a wide grin making all of them pause the game to await my response.
Well, this is awkward.
"It's fine! I'll just watch."
They all shrug and continue their game as Cory trudges over to me.
"You're all alone by yourself. That's very unusual of you," he says and steps in beside me.
"I'm not in the mood."
"Someone cranked you up. Who needs ass whooping?" I let out a snort.
"You can't help. This is a me problem and ass-whooping won't fix anything."
"I like you, Allie," the hairs at the back of my neck rose and the insides of my stomach do a double flip. Is this it? Are my prayers finally being answered? I should probably go check out that wedding gown I saw online. We're going to have lovely Asian babies! "You're one of the few good friends I have and it's only natural I would like to know what's up with you all the time. Because that's what friends do, they look after each other."
Remember what I said about boys being annoying species? There you go.
"When did you start getting cheesy?" I tease.
He opens his mouth to reply but is cut off by an overly chirpy voice I recognize too well. "Cory!"
We both turn to watch Alexa march towards us and gives me a stink eye before turning her full attention to Cory. "I need your help. Where we're going to place the banner is too high and we need someone tall enough to fix it."
"On it. I'll see you later Allie," Cory says, completely oblivious to Alexa's and I stare off.
"You're trying too hard, don't you think?" She speaks first when he's out of earshot. "Get a life and stop latching onto him."
"You finished blabbering? You sound like a giant tattooed baby and I'm not listening to any of your horse shit."
"Oh well, I have job to do. Tell your Dad I said hi... actually, I'll tell him myself." Alexa smirks.
"Don't you ever talk about my Dad or I'll put your head through that wall," I ball my hands into fists by my sides. "Secondly, I'll have that job set up better than you while you're still putting on your baby oil."
She narrows her eyes at me and steps closer, her gaze not leaving mine. "You just reminded me exactly why I hate you. It's your face. Your big, stupid face. Looking at it makes me feel like God is projectile vomiting right in my eyes. And it burns, it really burns."
"Well for me, it's your voice. Your nasally, prepubescent, Margaret Hamilton's* voice. Every time you speak, it's like dragging my face across shattered glass. And it hurts, it really hurts."
I hear her growl, satisfaction building inside me as I shoulder bump into her and make my way back into the building.
Today is definitely not my day.
• • • • • • •
The sun has already disappeared behind the horizon, leaving everywhere dark and quiet. Not for us. We could hear the music and laughter before we even reached the resort's pool.
I don't see Cory and the other guys for the rest of the day but I don't really mind.
I'm wearing a bump short and a long plaid unbuttoned jacket, with a bikini bra inside. Lacey is on a hot pink halter bikini set that's totally going to be a crowd-pleaser tonight while Simone is on her usual baggy shorts and a short-sleeved T-shirt.
Even though it's pitch black outside, the pool and the surroundings are lit up with disco lights. There are people in the pool already, splashing around and throwing rubber ducks at themselves.
Simone whispers something in my ear about getting us fruit punch but I don't pay too much attention to her. I'm more focused on Cory who's at the shallow end of the pool. The top of his body is perfectly visible, water droplets dripping down his sculptured chest and abs.
"Stop drooling," Lacey says beside me.
"I'm not," but my hands fly up to my mouth to check, just Incase.
"I think you should go flirt with him."
"And embarrass myself. Yeah, I'm not doing that."
"Come on," She drags out. "Grow some balls, live a little."
"No. Anyone but him. It'll be too awkward."
"Ok, what about that guy?" Lacey points to someone I recognize as Noah and I cringe. From this side of the pool, I can't see his face but I can imagine how those blue-grey eyes would stare hard at me.
"Nope. Not him either. I don't even know how to flirt."
"That's why I'm here to enlighten you on the subtle art of flirting," She gives a cheeky smile. "It all has to do with your body language sissy. Be confident as you speak and make excuses to touch him. And try to laugh whenever he makes an attempt to joke."
"What if it's not funny?"
"You laugh even harder."
"So either way, I laugh?"
"There you go! Now get over there and make me proud," Lacey slaps my butt and propels me ahead.
I shove my way into the crowd and walk over to him. His back is turned to me so I think of a way to get his attention.
"Hey!" I call out, hoping I didn't sound annoyingly enthusiastic as I think. He turns around slowly and raises a perfect brow at me in question. "How's the party going?"
I rest my hands on the table beside us to try and act cool when my sweaty palms glide swiftly on the surface of the table, making me fall over.
Lacey would be so proud of me right now.
He's staring at me like I'm completely from another world when my eye catches something dangling around his neck.
My silver neck chain with it's spear-shaped pendant.
"You thief!" My eyes widen in shock and anger as the boy in front of me growls.
"What the fuck."
In a reflex action, my fists swing up to meet his face.
One word: Silence.The music stops, gasps are heard, followed by the sound of someone's fart.I'm not that much of a fighter, neither do I have anger management issues. In fact, I can count the number of times I've gotten mad throughout my human existence but this tops it all. It also tops the time I went for a house party Junior year and got dared to go home during a game of Truth or Dare. Teenagers are evil.Noah doesn't make any move and stays still after the first punch lands on his jaw as if trying to process in his brain what just happened. Before he can fully react, I pounce on him."You bloody thief!" I screech, continuously driving my fists into his face. He uses his arms to dodge my blows as I aim for his chest area instead. I'm about to aim for his face again when I feel large arms wrap themselves around my waist and yank me off him."Let me at him!" I struggle against Cory's tight grip."What's your problem?!" C
I sink down the water like a rock.As I sink, I look up the water above me. Distorted lights dance at the top of the water and it feels warm against my skin. It would have been peaceful, except for the fact that I swallowed in gallons of pool water already into my mouth and nose and is struggling for my life.How deep is this damn pool?My lungs begin to ache for air as I use my hands to flap and yank myself upwards. I cough out water from my mouth like a fountain and take in a breath of fresh air, reminiscing how I could have could've died seconds ago I didn't know how to swim.With a hand, I wipe off the water running down my face to glare at an unconcerned looking Noah."You pushed me!" I yell."Tell me something I don't know." I'm still trying to gasp for air, not believing he's cool with almost killing a person. "It's smaller than I thought."I frown deeply. "What?""I can see through your shi
I force another spoonful of food into my mouth and smile awkwardly at Simone."So? How is it?" She asks."It's great, never tasted anything like it." I'm not a very good liar but I'm sure that comes out as believable because she beams. I glance at the rest of the guys on the table and we all share awkward looks.You might be wondering what's going on. Well for starters, I think any meal Simone cooks should come out of the pot with a label that says: Eat me if you want to die.The Salmon resting on my plate stares at me and I stare back. So earlier today, we came up with the idea of learning new traditional Hawaiian foods. We see the hotel chefs doing their thing every time in the kitchen and we got inspired. I mean, if they can, why can't we?I found out the answer to that question today. They have a Culinary art diploma while we have a High school diploma.We went for the Lomi Salmon because it looked the easiest to make.
"You shouldn't have texted in the first place," I say and exit the lounge with Lacey behind, saying something about what outfit she'll rock to tonight's club party but I block her out when the evening wind hits my face. I take a few steps into the parking lot and look down at the water, which looks almost orange in the glow of the sun. I spot a few surfers out in the waves who looked like they weren't about leaving anytime soon.It's going to be Friday night within a couple of hours, which means everyone is ditching their works already to get ready for clubbing tonight.I'm not going.As much as I love just the sound of the word 'party' itself, I'm going to have to bunk in on this one. Mom and Mabel have already scheduled out tonight to Skype with me. I didn't talk to them yet since I arrived in Hawaii, only random texts from Mabel telling me about Mom's attempt at a dating site and her stupid Kermit the Frog memes.The sun disappears behind t
Silence to me, is torture.It seems like an ordinary Friday night, so to speak, except from the fact that I'm boxed up in a truck with a boy who doesn't look too thrilled to be breathing in the same air with me.The silence stretches between us like a long, fat rope, tightening me around the neck as if to suffocate the living daylights out of me. I shift uncomfortably in my seat before outstretching my arms to turn on the radio. The sound of music might keep me alive for awhile.Marvin Gaye's Sexual healing blasts loudly through the speakers and I realize I shouldn't have turned on the radio.Baby, I'm hot just like an ovenI need some lovin'And baby, I can't hold it much longerIt's getting stronger and strongerMy hand goes up to awkwardly scratch the back of my neck, my eyes darting in all corners of the truck to find something that'll catch my attention and keep me away from staring at him.A
My cellphone blares at some ungodly hour of the morning, waking me out of my blissful slumber. I roll over and slap a hand on my nightstand till it finds my phone. It takes me some seconds to figure out how to answer the stupid call, then I bring it to my ears and grunt out an hello."I can't sleep.""Excuse me?" I take a peek at the caller ID and see Mabel's name boldly written there. "Have you tried closing your eyes?""Sometimes I wonder how we're related. Anyway, I've got big news.""Can't it wait till when every normal human being is awake?""Zach asked me out."I sit upright on my bed, suddenly very awake now. "ZACH DID WHAT?!"There's going to be a funeral when I get back home to Florida."Calm your tits, I didn't give him an answer yet. What do you think?"A sharp pain jabs at the walls of my stomach and I wince, scurrying out of bed into the bathroom as I flicker on the lights. I groan when I see my pajama
When I'm done in the bathroom, I step back into the room and set our alarm clock to go off in five minutes, then lock it up in a box and shove it under Simone's bed.She'd be so thrilled.I step into the hallway next and head for Cory's room. I can't be the only one having a bad morning. A few girls are already up and loitering in the hallway and lobby, taking orders from Renee before scattering out to get to work.I burst open the door to Cory's room without knocking even after reading the sign Do not disturb. I'm know I'm acting like an annoying little sister right now.The boys room is decent and well kept unlike what I originally had in mind. I wasn't exactly expecting a dumpster of a room and I also wasn't expecting it to be so well organized. All three of their beds are neatly made and the soft music playing at the background makes the serenity feel more warm.Noah is already awake but still on his bed, holding a book
Today is the day I die. Either from Noah's long and hard stare, or mob beaten by hungry guests.Despite my job now hanging on the line between me getting fired, which I don't really care about because I'm not getting a dime out of this, I'm more concerned on the monstrous assumptions Noah already has in his head.Did he really hear everything? I can't tell. His bushy eyebrows are slightly furrowed, and his mouth is set into a line as thin as paper. A well known scowl.He should know very well by now that my mouth works without a zipper and everything that comes out of it shouldn't be taken too seriously. Mom had always told me my mouth diarrhea would get me into trouble one day, and today is definitely looking like that day.Sharp heels click themselves to our direction as I see Miss Renee stomping towards us, looking like she's about to shove a stick up someone's ass.Point of correction, that ass would be mine.Woe
I've always suffered from this horrible disadvantageous condition— it's called waking late on days I'm supposed to have early flight schedules. I'm starting to think it's an actual thing, so I'm not surprised it's less than an hour for my flight and I'm still on bed, feeling something fat and fluffy on my face. "Whiskers?" Its Mabel's voice that wakes me up. Not the fluffy stuff on my face. Whatever it is. Gradually, I open my eyes, and I'm face to face with a white feline. It brings out its tongue to lick my nose before purring with pleasure. Last time I checked, we didn't have a cat. "Whiskers! There you are." I hear footsteps approach my bed as Mabel carries the feline off my face. "Sorry. I thought I left her downstairs." I ask the obvious question. "When did we get a cat?" "Last night. I found her outside beside our waste bin. She seemed so lost. Is it okay if I keep her?" I ease out of my bed. "Just make s
Five years later."Fuck out of my room.""It tastes good, you should try it.""You know I hate pineapple toppings on pizzas."Mabel dumps the box of pizza on my bed. "Have you ever wondered why pizzas come in rectangular boxes, shaped in a circle, and eaten in triangles?""I guess we'll never know."With a sigh, Mabel folds her arms across her chests. "Could you at least act like you're happy to be home for thanksgiving?"I point towards the door. "Leave. I have work to do and I won't get it done if you're going to stand there all day and talk about pizzas.""Work?" She scoffs. "The only work you do is sit behind your laptop and stalk your boyfriend on Instagram.""He's not my boyfriend! MOM," I call out. "Mabel's bullying me!""Real mature."Zack, Simone's brother, walks into the room and hugs her from behind. "Hey babe."Even now that Mabel's much old
It feels like the first week of summer all over again where we hosted this Welcome party. Now we're hosting another, and this time it's a send-off party. The kind of gathering where we say goodbyes to the friends we made over the holidays.I overhear a couple promising each other to call and text everyday, some breaking up because they can't commit to a long distance relationship. I can't even find Noah anywhere, and I'm nervous about how we'll end up after this summer. I don't want to be remembered as some random girl he hooked up with during a summer vacation in Hawaii. Yes, I want to be remembered, but not that way."Hey, lover girl." I holler at Simone, signaling for her to come over. The sun went down hours ago and it's a beach party with bonfires lighting up the whole place."Hey to you too." She downs a bottle of beer in one gulp and throws the empty bottle to the sand. "So, this summer ended, and so did my relationship.""W
It's 2' O clock Pm on Thursday, and I won't stop pacing my room.I'm already dressed in a maroon dress, the skirt flowing smoothly below my knees with a pink cardigan on top of my shoulders to make it look a bit more casual, and my black flats are beside the door, ready to wear. I leave my hair falling loose to my shoulders, its waves free from the hairband I'd used on it almost everyday."Would you chill? It's not like it's your first date with a boy." Lacey lays upside down on my bed. "Or is it?""It's not. Last date with a boy was just before this vacation.""How'd it go?""We were in a fancy restaurant. He left for the restroom halfway into our meal and never came back.""At least he paid the bill before he left." I give her a look. "Oh, he didn't.""I just want tonight to be perfect, but I'm scared I'm going to mess things up.""Relax. I'm sure Noah's as nervous as you are right now.""You th
I wake up with Noah braced on his elbows and gazing down at me, idly playing with my hair. The sheets are covering my body up to my bare chests, and his is just above his waist."Hey," I murmur."You sleep with your eyes open, do you know that?" He says it with a smile. "It's quite mesmerizing."I glance towards the window and see it's still night out. "How long was I gone for?""A little over an hour. It's 10' pm.""I'm sorry I feel asleep.""It's alright." He rubs a thumb between my eyes. "I liked watching you sleep."I stretch, then shift so that I'm cradled by the pillows. Experimentally, I lay a hand on my breast. My heart is bumping along at a normal rate now rather than with that snare drum riff it had reached when he nuzzled just there. It's an odd feeling, to have someone suckling you, to have him pull you inside him. And to experience those mirror tugs in the womb.Everything he did makes my body feel diff
Noah's clicking away on his phone when I meet him in the private room and my stomach jumps again.I could always change my mind, I remind myself. There is no obligation there. But his head shoots up from his phone to study me before I can turn back and run away.Like I always do."Sorry I'm late," I say.He waves it off. "Lacey told me to meet you here.""Yes, that was the idea."He doesn't ask any more questions like I thought he would, just steps forward. "You look great.""I feel great." I smile. "Lacey and Simone get a charge out of going through my closet and criticizing my wardrobe. I'm told this is about the only decent thing I own." I pluck at the skirt. "They've threatened to take me shopping."Stop babbling! I order myself, moving behind the mini bar. "Want a drink?""I'm driving.""Actually, I was thinking we could just stay in." There, now I'd done it.
Every night for three days, I wake in the grip of a nightmare, drenched in sweat, with screams locked in my throat. Always the same: I'd be in Noah's house again from two years ago, and everything would play out accordingly the way it did that same night, except it's Clarke aiming the gun at Noah and pulling the trigger.Night after night, just before I pull myself awake, I'd watch him whimper and writhe as the bullet bites into his flesh, draining all life from his eyes.But this night, it gets too intense that I wake up with a scream, my whole body trembling with fear and terror. I pull the sheets off my body and head out the door, walking straight down to his room to see if he's okay.I know he is, but the dreams are beginning to get out of hand that I now fear for his safety. What do the dreams mean? Should I be worried? Or is my head just playing tricks on me?It's midnight and the halls are empty. The door to his room creaks open w
It's not until I'm back at the hotel and unpacking that I realize that through the last twenty-four hours of my stay at the spa, I hadn't thought of my troubles, my responsibilities at all. And now that I do realize it, there's a quick wash of guilt that it should have been so easy to leave it all behind, to immerse myself in pampering and pleasure.Like walking into an alternate reality, I suppose, and grimace as I tumble pretty gold boxes onto my bed. Which might explain why I'd barely put up a struggle when Lacey and Simone had urged me to buy creams, lotions, scents, shampoo.Christ Almighty, hundreds of dollars worth of female foolishness that I'm unlikely to remember to use.I tug my jeans on, trailing my shirt from my fingers as I walk to the window. The air swooping down from Oahu is bitter. There's no sun in the sky, and I'm grateful for that.I study the scatter of gold boxes over the simple quilt on my bed which looks li
"Oh. My." Is all I can say. Almost all I'd managed to say since we'd driven to the Mountain King Spa and Resort. And by 'we' I mean Lacey, Simone and I.The main lodge of the Spa spreads for acres, glass and wood and clever pebbled paths through evergreens and heated pools where steam curls in dreamy mists.I clutch the strap of my purse tightly as we check in, my head swiveling in wonder around the plush lobby with it's double fireplace, atrium ceiling, and lush plants.They somehow managed to drag me down here for a proper clean-up after I told them about my not so official date with Noah. I wasn't even half as excited about it as they were, and it's almost as if they've been planning this for a long time.Lacey greets the desk clerk with a friendly smile, calls him by name, and chats easily about how much she and her companion had enjoyed their stay earlier in the season.He all but simpers over her, calling up a bellman