Welcome to Oceanside High: Revenge of the Bully

Chapter 15

Well, it's official. Boys, when they lose their virginity, don't last very long. Not at all. But to give Travis some credit for his first time, Donny was always a one minute man.

My feet poke out from the bed sheet. The sun shines through the window and glints over my shiny polished toe nails. Somehow I'm not twisted up in the bed covers and that doesn't happen often. I stare up at the ceiling with the sheet pulled up to my chest. I must've slept like sleeping beauty, though my prince in shining armor is nowhere to be seen. I sit up and look to see the spot next to me on the bed is empty. The pillow is pressed down and another is smashed in like Travis had used it as his very own punching bag, or he just crushed it under one of his heavy arms as he slept. The bedroom door is open and I don't smell breakfast cooking.

"Travis?" I call out. I lean over the edge to get a better look down the hall but I don't see anyone out on the balcony. I reach for my phone and realize I'd left it in my duffel bag. I get up and slip on my shorts and throw my shirt on. I scamper down the hall to the living room and rifle through my bag, picking up my phone I click it on but the battery life shows red and suggesting I plug it in before it will even attempt to turn on.

"Shiznatch!" I'm sure my dad has tried to get a hold of me by now but where the fuck is Travis—I see a small note on the counter with cash: Uber. The note is scrawled in black magic marker. "Travis!" I shout one final time and still no response.

I walk out onto the balcony. It's hot out already and people have already begun sunning themselves on the beach. Few are in the ocean and there's blue and yellow and some rainbow colored beach umbrellas littering the sandy expanse. "Travis!" I call down, holding my hands around my mouth hoping my words carry far. But I don't see anyone look up or even appear to notice me. I scan everybody walking a long but none of them look like they might be a well-muscled man I shared my night with, the very one which gave me his virginity. Allegedly. At this point with an Uber note on the counter I'm beginning to wonder that Annabelle might be right. It's still up for debate that if she is right, I'll die with that secret.

"That's it." I tell myself. "Uber it is." But I realize there's no charger here for my iPhone, only an Android one at that. I grab my things together and head out the door down to the lobby where I see a kind old gentleman manning the desk. "Excuse me sir. You wouldn't happen to have an iPhone charger would you? I just need—"

"No ma'am I don't," he shakes his head and mumbles to himself while picking up a phone receiver. "But I can call anybody you like."

"Uh, a taxi please?"

He nods and punches in a number on the dial and tells the taxi service the condominium address. Hanging up, he looks at me solemnly, and says, "They'll be here shortly. You okay?"

"Yeah. I think so." I take a seat in one of the comfy cushioned chairs against a wall which overlooks the street through a wall of glass windows. The whole time I wait I keep my eyes open for Travis and wondering how could he just up and leave me like this?

Annabelle's words ring in my head: he's pretending. But I push them back, so far back I don't have to even remind myself of how pissed off she was—is at me.

The old gentleman at the desk answers a ringing phone and calls over to me. "Miss. They're here." I look outside to see the Yellow Cab taxi waiting.

"Thank you!" I hurry outside and get in, giving the driver my home address. "You wouldn't happen to have a charger would you?" I ask, his ID suggests he's of Nigerian descent and he doesn't speak. I hold up my phone and point at the charge port. He picks up his center console and hands me the end of a phone charger. Thankfully it's for an iPhone. I plug it directly into my phone and the battery on the screen begins charging. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you."