Mischief

Chapter Two

Blaine

It's been 4 hours that we've been on this trip and I'm already fucking sick of it. This girl, that I still don't know the name of, is clinging on to my waist for dear life. I don't think she knows who I am, and I don't want her to know. It feels good that she has no idea who I am. Not treating me specially to anyone else. I kill the engine as soon as I see the rest of the guys do the same and pull into a parking lot outside of a motel. This girl and I climb off my bike and head towards the crowd of men.

"Why'd we stop?" Her voice is dominant but sweet.

"Well, all of us are tired as fuck. You okay to stay a night here?" Eddie informs both me and the girl why we've stopped so soon.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay." We all make our way to the front desk where a younger looking guy is sat on his phone. He looks a little older than me, yet younger than Leo who is 24.

"You okay to get us our keys while we get the bags?" Eddie is backing away towards where our bikes are parked.

"Yeah okay." I turn back to the guy behind the counter. "Hey, can we have 8 rooms?" He looks at me and nods. Then looks to my left, where the girl is.

"You two together?" Why the fuck does that matter?

"Why does that matter?"

"No. We're not together." She speaks up, loud enough for us to hear.

"Good. Can I get your number then?"

"Oh." Oh? "No. Thanks though. Not really looking for a boyfriend." Huh. And here I thought she would be all lovey dovey with him.

"Hey, we don't have to make it official."

"Nope. I don't want to hug you, kiss you, have sex with you, nothing. I'm not interested." Damn. Way to break the guy's heart.

"Feisty. I like it."

"Fuck. Off." She takes a hand full of keys, turns around and starts walking off towards the stairs up to the rooms. That was fucking hot.

"Where'd Lu go?" Eddie and the rest of the guys are stood behind me with all the bags, only being one or two per person.

"Lu?"

"Luella. The girl you were just with?"

"Oh. Right, she's gone to the rooms."

"Man, you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm good."

"Alright."

"There's 8 rooms, so a few of you are sharing rooms. I'm having my own."

"We know." The whole gang speak at the same time, like it's always been a rule that I've had my own room.

***

I'm about to go to sleep when I remember Eddie took one of my bags which had my notebook in. I head over across the hall to room 142, the room Eddie walked into earlier, and knock. I don't know why I knock, because Eddie always barges in. There's no answer, so I think he's gone out to smoke. I walk in and there's no one in here except for an open bag on the bed. It isn't my bag though. The shower is on, so he must be in there. I open the bathroom door and look into the shower. I've seen Eddie naked countless times before, so it's nothing I haven't seen before. But when I look to the shower, fogged a little, but not too much that I can't see, there's a small figure behind the glass. Luella.

"What the fuck! Get out get out get out!" She's wrapped her arms around her body to prevent me from seeing her, but my eyes won't leave her body. She's...beautiful, sexy, fragile, beautiful. "Get. Out! What the fuck is wrong with you!" Her frame is wrapped in a small towel now, but I can still see her cleavage and her upper thighs. I snap out of it and look at my feet and turn around to give her some privacy. Fuck my life. I've got a hard on. Holy shit, I need to leave.

"Sorry." I rush out of the bathroom and head back to my room. I fall back onto my bed, not able to get her body out of my head. I fall asleep and I can't her face out of my head. I dream and I can't get her voice out of my head.

***

I wake up and I can't get her out of my head.