ᴍʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ✩ ᴛᴢ11

THREE

penelope

i don't know what i did in my past life to deserve to be on a first class plane to the maldives right now but i surely won't question it. when celeste gifted me this trip for "helping her dream day come to life" i nearly had a heart attack. a whole two week vacation at an all inclusive resort in the maldives and a first class ticket?

i wasn't even mad when she said i couldn't bring anyone. i wouldn't want to anyway. i just graduated from princeton a few months before the wedding, earning my doctorate in neuroscience. my goal was always to get into medical school, be this big shot md, but the heart wants what it wants and it didn't want medical school.

needless to say between my studies, job hunting, and trying to help celeste plan the wedding; i think i deserve a break even if it means getting away from the people i love most.

i'm about halfway through the long flight to the maldives when the flight attendant comes around to ask if she can turn my seat into a bed. she shocks me even more when she tells me i am able to take a shower in the first class bathroom while she does so.

lord i didn't even know that was a thing. i happily oblige, grabbing my carry on bag which holds a few clothing items, toiletries, and makeup. the shower is short lived but none the less relaxing as all get out. i wash my face, brush my teeth, and change into my pajamas and when i get back to my seat, the cabin lights have dimmed and my seat is turned into an incredibly cozy bed.

i curl up with the blanket i brought along with me and within seconds it feels i'm out like a light. best sleep ever.

when i wake, there's only thirty minutes left of the flight. thirty minutes until i land in stress free land. thirty minutes until i'm cut off from the real world for two whole weeks. i can't wait.

the airport taxi transports me to the resort. the flight was too easy, the baggage claim was a breeze, my taxi driver was a nice man. everything is starting off perfectly. i check in with the front desk, the petite woman smiling as she hands me the key to a villa that's out in the middle of the open waters. there's five other villas next to mine, each with their own pool and deck. mine however, feels the most secluded and has the best view. mine is the furthest away from land and has the perfect view of the water and where the sunset would be when it comes time.

i unlock the door to a simply but beautifully decorated interior. the calming light blue and beige accents fix perfectly with the aesthetic. there's windows everywhere to ensure the view of the water is never missed and there's even a glass floor in one of the bedrooms that looks down to the water.

"what the-"

i scream a blood curdling scream and swing my heavy carry on bag to hit the mysterious voice. the swing of the bag packs a punch because now there's a man laying face down on my king size bed. who grunts an "nnngh" before going down

"trevor!?" i gasp still out of breath from the scare he gave me. "what are you doing here?!"

he turns over on his back still laying on the bed, eye wide. "i could ask you the same thing!" he rubs the side of his ribs. "jesus christ penelope, did you play football?" trevor groans.

"but seriously trevor what are you doing here? playing a sick joke on me again? i got it jokes done and gone. you may leave. i have a two week vacation ahead of me." i wave my hands to the door.

"what? no. jack got me this as a thank you present for being his best man. i'm the one on a two week vacation and i didn't plan for the spawn of satan to be here." i start to answer trevor but he cuts me off. "and i surely didn't plan for her to attack me in my own villa!"

"this is my villa! and i didn't attack you - i hit you with my bag because i didn't expect the start of the rapture to be in my bedroom when i got here!"

trevor does his famous eye roll, crashing back onto the bed. he cover his face with the navy blue yankees hat he was wearing. i rip the hat off his face.

"get off my bed trevor. i'm serious you're not going to ruin this for me." my patience is wearing thin especially because i know trevor and i can argue all day.

"penelope! i am swearing on everything i godforsaken love that this is my villa and you're the one who is not going to ruin this for me." trevor argues back.

i feel somewhat defeated because i know he's not going to back down. but i surely wasn't made for backing down especially not to trevor zegras.

"fine! then let's go figure this out with the front desk shall we?" i lead him to the door.

he scoffs. "be my fucking guest."

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"the what suite!?" i slam my hands on the desk instantly feeling bad when the poor woman jumps back. i sigh rubbing my hands over my face. trevor snickers behind me.

"it looks like the lovers suite was booked for you and mr. zegras." the woman weakly answers "by a jack and celeste hughes."

trevor groans. "ah of course. this has to be the sickest god damn joke that big head has ever pulled on me."

i shake my head, wondering if i even want to be friends with celeste after this.

"do you have another suit available? i would reall-"

"i'm so sorry ms. archer we are unfortunately all booked for your stay." the woman looks at me sympathetically. "we are able to bring in another sleeping arrangement if it's desired."

i shake my head so fast it feels my brain is being knocked around. "yes that would be amazing. thank you."

well if there's one thing about me, i don't let a bump in the road ruin a good time and i enjoy free alcohol so even if trevor is here in this resort, it's large enough i won't even have to run into him except for when we're in the villa.

i pull my phone out to text celeste.

to: Cel❤️‍🔥
you're the worst like you know that right? god cel, what if i was unstable and ready to die? this would have been the cherry on top.

from: Cel❤️‍🔥
don't be dramatic p. you're going to have a great time. be nice to trev after all you are sharing a bed ;)

to: Cel❤️‍🔥
NO!

from: Cel❤️‍🔥
sure babes ;) have fun i'll see you in 14 days

trevor

my fingers angrily smash at my phone screen bringing up jack's number on imessage, ready to rip the kid a new one. not only is my vacation being ruined by penelope fucking archer, but now i'm stuck on this trip for fourteen fucking days with her, in the same house, in the same bed.

to: J
dude

from: J
ilysm z :)