Lola
I zipped my dress up, pulled my Louboutins over my stockings, and searched around the room for my new Gucci handbag. Spotting it, I grabbed my handy dandy Chanel No. 5 and spritzed it all over my body; I reeked of sex.
Luke finally emerged from the bathroom after his shower fully dressed and sat on the loveseat to pull on his black combat boots. I picked up my bag.
"I really have to get going." James is going to throw a fit, I told him I was only running to CVS.
"Wait, I need your number." Need? He reaches into the pocket of his ridiculously tight jeans and pulls out a phone.
"Two one five, eight eight three, two nine one one." I pull out my phone to check it and see all the messages from James. Why is he such a bitch?
"I cant spell Philadelphia."
"What?" What.
"Wait nevermind." I peer over his shoulder and see him type in "Philly". He probably needs my name.
"Lola."
"Excuse me?" His face went pale.
"Yeah you had that crazy coughing fit and never heard me. My name is Lola." He swallowed uncomfortably and looked back down at his phone.
"You should get going." He walked over to the door and opened it for me.
A boy stood with his hand in a fist, preparing to knock.
"Oh?" He lowered his fist and turned to the boy whose name I still did not know. "Calum approves on this one, dude." His eyes raked over my body and back to my face. I pushed past "Calum" and made my way to the elevator. It's time I figure out who this dude really is.
"Hello Miss Vanderbilt." The man at the front desk greeted me as I approached.
"Hi Frank, How are the wife and kids," I didn't give him the time to reply before demanding, "I need you to look up who is staying in room 2419"
"Your father told me to stop telling you these things." Frank looked down at the papers in front of him.
"It would a shame if Susan found out why you've been staying so late after your shifts. Room 703 is it?" I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Room 2419 I believe you said?" That's what I thought. I gave a warm smile. "That's where our special guests are staying, ma'am. 5 Seconds of Summer if I'm correct. Specifically, Mr. Luke Hemmings and Mr. Calum Hood."
"Thank you, Frank. Tell Susan I say hello." Boyband? I can live with that, sure beats James. James, Mr. Abstinence until Marriage.
I left the hotel and made my way back to the apartment our parents bought us. As soon as I walked in the door James was on my ass.
"Where have you been, Lola?" He was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee. "I was so worried I couldn't even sleep." Don't get your panties in a twist.
"I am so sorry honey, I ran into an old friend and we lost track of time."
"Don't give me that lame excuse, you've been doing this kind of stuff a lot lately." He stood up and walked over to me, wrapping his arms around me in a hug. "Is everything okay? You're being so distant."
"I'm fine." Please don't touch me.
"Is it the whole abstinence thing?" He is so clueless.
"No James, I think abstinence is a really good idea!" Little does he know. "My parents are just working me really hard at my internship" Just like how they're making me date you.
"I'm sorry, baby. You're only 19 and they work you like you're 34. I think-" My phone cuts him off. The caller Id reads Sydney, Australia; It must be that Luke kid.
"Sydney?" He looked over my shoulder, that snoopy bastard.
"It's nothing." I click decline and set my phone back in my bag.
"Nothing is always something!" He's mad again. Why can't he just chill?
"I promise! Why would I cheat on you? You're the best boyfriend a girl could have." The words feel like venom coming out of my mouth. A filthy lie.
"Fine." He storms off down the hall towards the bedroom.
I hate dating James. His parents own Morrison Mining, the company that supplies my father's hotels with various power needs. I grew up around James, but we never were close. Junior year in high school my dad learned that I went to school with James and 'encouraged' me to date him. At first I enjoyed being with James, I was young and naïve, but by senior year I was so over him. It's just that he's such a little pansy. I tried to break up with him, but my parents told me that there was no way in hell. If I married James and take on the Morrison name, our families would become one of the richest on the East Coast. Ever since I realized my parents don't care about what I want, I've started to rebel. Scandal is my middle name; In and out of rehab for non-existent drug addictions, constant partying, inappropriate behavior at formal events. All an act. I cheated on James constantly throughout our relationship, but unfortunately, nothing ever got out. I'm stuck living with this moron.
I heard my phone buzz, signaling I had a new voicemail. I walked to my bag on the counter and retrieved my phone. One new voicemail from a number in Sydney. I dialed voicemail and listened.
"Hey, L-Lola," He stuttered on my name a bit. "It's me. My name's Luke by the way, not Oscar Mayer the 16th. Listen, this may sound odd, but I can't stop thinking about you" He took a long pause. "Wait, not about what we did...just you. I'm not a sexual predator. I've been sitting in my tour bu- I mean uh, car- wait no. Hotel room. I've been sitting in my hotel room wondering why I can't get you out of my mind. I mean, I have all this candy now and I don't know what to do with it. I don't even like American candy that much." Another long pause. "Sorry, I'm rambling. Here's the thing, I'm kinda in a band. And it's kinda popular. I probably won't be back in Philly for another year or so. I want to explain everything to you in person, but God only knows the next time I'll see you, or if you even want to see me. Just...call me. Please. Oh! And don't tell anyone about this. Please."
