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VIENNA SIGHED AS she ended the call on her phone, the device slipping from her fingers and falling flat against the mattress. She flipped around on her bed so she could stare at the ceiling, a million thoughts flying through her head. Most of them surrounded Oscar - there was just something about him that she couldn't figure out. But Reagan's words from the night of her performance lingered within her mind. No matter how she tried, she couldn't get them to leave her alone.
She had spoken about it on the call with her friends. Billie, Wren, and Amita all repeated the same thing: typical Reagan, you know not to listen to him. And she did know, but knowing could only go so far.
His words had always clung to her, for the best and for the worst. When he had first told her he loved her, if he had ever even meant it. When he first got angry. When he first said regretful things. When he called her exactly one year after their break-up, spilling meaningless thoughts that damaged Vienna more than she wished. She just wanted to forget about him.
She wanted pizza from the room service menu - something she knew would make her forget about everything. She leant across the bed with a groan and grabbed the phone connected to the plug. Dialling the number, she waited patiently with her legs in the air. She waited, and she waited, until an automated voice screamed through the speaker.
"Our room service is temporarily unavailable due to a lack of staff. We apologise for the inconvenience. We reco-"
Vienna slammed the phone back on its stand and shoved her head into the pillow, muffling her annoyed groan. She just wanted pizza, was that too much to ask?
Ten minutes later and her stomach disagreed with staying in bed. She needed that pizza. Slipping on her Oran Sandals, she tucked her phone in her pocket and ran a hand through her hair. She double-checked that her key card was in her other pocket before she slipped out of her room.
