The Challenge

Wine bottles as a weapon

hello peeps. long time no see again. sorry 'bout that. I have a feeling that this chapter's gonna be a tad bit shorter. Ahh well, screw that. I wanted to update cuz I have a 3 week vacation coming up.

WARNING: unedited chapter D;

*Alice's P.O.V*

Chris swiped open the door with the room card, thanks for the billion contacts his dad had. I think his dad helped one of the managers out once. We paused, frozen, while his hand lingered on the handle.

"Oh push it already, Chris!" Libby whispered worriedly. "C'mon!" Chris motioned for us to stay back while he tiptoed in. He looked hilarious. Like those baddies in cartoons dressed in black. Did I mention that all of us were dressed in gray or black? Lol yeah. Those hotel dudes

Ignoring Chris' orders, we tiptoed after him. I heard weird noises coming from the bathroom. Clothes were strewn all over the room and everywhere reeked of wine and beer. There was an opened suitcase on the floor. Seems like they planned to stay more than a day or two.

Libby gasped. Poor girl, it wasn't her fault that her sister was acting so freaking overly mature. Not that Libby was mature in the first place.

I placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Don't conclude situations before you're sure of it." She sighed. "I feel like it's all my fault. My parents weren't always at home and so it was my responsibility to take care of her!"

"It's not your fault," I said. I didn't know what else to say. Chris was leaning on the wall opposite the toilet. He beckoned us forwards and placed his hand to his ear. We listened intently.

"I think they're making out..." Said Chris hesitantly. I shot him a glare. Not cool dude. Its totally not helping. Chris noticed Libby on the verge of tears and shut up.

"Well," I broke the silence. "Shall we?" Libby opened the door. The bathroom was huge. Wine, towels, and other alcohol littered the room. I saw Oliver pressing Jules to a wall and furiously making out with each other. I felt like puking so badly. How old was Oliver? And how old was Jules? Sick.

We stared at them in silence, and they didn't notice us yet.

"Jules..." Said Chris. "She looks so f*cking drunk and sick! That BASTARD!"

That caught Oliver's attention. "What the F*CK are you doing here!?" He growled at Chris. Oliver left Libby lying on the floor and staggered over. He tried to throw a punch at Chris, but he missed. Wanting to anger Oliver even more, Chris made a face and stepped aside, revealing Libby and I.

Oliver's expression changed immediately. "Well, Well," He drawled. "Look who's here..." He placed and arm on my shoulder. I swapped it off. "Get your filthy hands off me, son of a b*tch!"

He laughed. "I thought we were in the same team, we used to insult Chris all the time together. Remember going to that Pizza place?"

I noticed hurt flashing through Chris' eyes. "No," I lied. "Now get out of my way!" He ignored me and averted his gaze to Chris.

"If this feels better, your sister felt way better..." Uh oh. He was provoking Chris... and it was too late. Punches were already being threw.The boys were in a fight. I did what I had to. Grabbing a wine bottle, I smashed it on Oliver's head. Then all was quiet.

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Chris lead us to a room, dragging Oliver behind him and carrying Jules at the same time. He already ordered a room for us. We went in the room while Chris called someone to take care of Oliver and Jules, so Libby won't be worried sick. Then he checked my hands for shards of glass. His hands on mine felt nice, and comforting and for some reason I'm not denying it. What was Chris thinking anyways? 'Cuz I"m dying to know.

Well this is the end of this teeny chapter but im gonna work on the next one right away. remember to vote share comment and follow! have an awesome summer!

-heather