C'est la vie!

Chapter 22 (Update!)

My arrangements with Aiden tomorrow placed me in an agitated state of suspense.

Where was this "special place" he was taking me to? I hoped it was somewhere magical, I could really use a wish right now.

"You think something will go on?" Sesinam asked as we looked vacantly at the rest of our colleagues making memories for the school magazine.

I pondered for a minute on everything I wanted to happen, one especial wish buzzing my mind like a fire alarm had been pulled: for Aiden to kiss me. And for haps the fairies of the "special place" could grant me.

"I don't know", I responded alternatively.

"You want him to kiss you right?"

I whirled and she smiled smugly, proud to have read my mind.

We joined the other girls at the guest house reception, trying to book a room for us.

We were spending the night there as covertly planned by Sesinam and I so I could meet up with Aiden tomorrow.

The receptionist looked up at us. "Four girls?"

We were confused. "Is there a problem with us sharing a room?"

She scrutinized through her notebook. "Raine?"

Huh? I nodded in response.

"Someone has already booked a room in your name."

My jaw almost dropped to the ground as the girls began to feign a cough, already cognizant of who this 'someone' was.

"He's going all out for you," the girls whispered as soon as we got into our room.

"It's good we put him in his place."

"We should definitely start like an advocating group."

I dropped on the bed and questioned their discussion. "For?"

"For boys like Derrick and his brother," Petra fantasied and we joined her in on it.

"We'll be like 'Totally Spies'." I contributed, and they squealed, clearly loving the idea. "Except we're four girls."

"Or," Sesinam raised her opposition, "Totally Spicey!"

And of course, only Petra loved it so much, the two squealed at how genius Sesinam was while I chuckled. A knock on our door interrupted the moment.

I was the least bit shocked to have found out it was Derrick. He and the boys had their rooms not far from ours.

He offered to pay for our room on my behalf; the perfect opportunity to be able to steal me for a chat.

He went through the formalities of greeting and asking how we were doing, though he knew so well everyone was exhausted. But of course, he had to ask anyways.

I know he paid for our room. And that I should be nice to him. But his presence alone made me tick.

"Thank you so much for paying for our room," I sighed, "but honestly, you don't have to be doing all these things."

"I have to. I'm really sorry for everything."

"That's why you don't have to. Because then you're wasting your time. This is not going to make-up for anything."

His face faltered. "I know. I'm sorry. But can we talk?" I was about to object when, "please Raine, please. "

I gestured for us to go and have this conversation outside instead, sauntering to the front porch of the guest house. "So, how are you doing?"