As she looked around at the motel in front of her that looked exactly like every motel she had ever seen in any episode of Criminal Minds ever, Diana could not believe this was the inn they would be spending the night in.
"I've seen worse." Scott mumbled, always one for trying to see the best in everything.
"Where have you seen worse?" Stiles asked skeptically, climbing out of the bus after his best friend.
"Listen up!" Coach Finstock spoke up after having checked them all in as he held out some room keys for the kids to pick out. "The meet's been pushed 'til tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and the least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves! You'll be pairing up, choose wisely. And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants! Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!"
After grabbing a key for them - Allison, Lydia and Diana decided to bunk together even if the room had two beds, figuring that, if they pushed them together, they could sleep comfortably there -, Allison and Diana started to walk off toward their new bedroom, only to stop when they noticed Lydia wasn't following her.
"Lydia?" Allison called, gently, as the two of them exchanged a glance at the way Lydia seemed almost frozen in her place.
"I don't like this place." Lydia mumbled, as Diana raised an eyebrow, looking around herself.
"I don't think the people who own this place like this place, Lyd." She half-joked, even if, she too, hated the feel she got from the establishment.
"And it's just for a night." Allison said, causing Lydia to sigh gently.
"A lot can happen in one night..."
***
After getting to their room, Allison had decided to take a bath, but, of course, the girls only noticed the way all of the towels smelled when Allison was already inside.
"Lydia and I are going to the reception to get new towels!" Diana called out into the bathroom as she stood by the door. "You'll be okay here for a while?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine." Allison called back, as Diana nodded, closing the bathroom door after her as she walked out of the room with Lydia.
"I cannot believe we're spending the night in here." Lydia complained as she and Diana climbed down some stairs toward the reception.
"Well, at least we're not sleeping on the bus, I guess." Diana shrugged, causing Lydia to groan.
"Over there." Lydia pointed toward a small window nearby where, apparently an old lady was working. Walking over, Lydia placed the towels down on the desk in front of her and cleared her throat a little to grab the lady's attention. "Excuse me? The card on the dresser says we have a non-smoking room, but somehow... All our towels reek of nicotine."
At her words, the lady there turned around and Diana had to bite her lip to stop herself from gasping when she noticed the tube sticking out of her throat.
"Sorry about that, sweethearts." The lady rasped, as Diana took a second to look away from her, not really wanting to be impolite and stare at her. "I'll fix that for you."
The lady then reached for the girls' towels and moved to replace them - even though Diana was about 90% sure they'd be smelling cigarettes all the same. Meanwhile, after exchanging a look with Diana, Lydia took a second to look around the reception and frowned when she noticed something odd.
"What's that?" She asked, nodding as Diana followed her lead and noticed the little plaque of a number pinned to the wall. "That number?"
"It's kind of an inside thing for the motel." The lady explained, after taking a look at what Lydia was pointing out. "My husband insists on keeping it up."
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Unspoken - Book 3 - S.S.
Fanfiction"It's not a date!" Lydia protested for the fifth time as she drove herself, Diana and Allison over to the mall where she had managed to get each of them a hot date - even if she didn't want to admit that was what they were - from the lacrosse team...
