The motel that Jake's reference got him into wasn't how a five-star hotel supposed to be like, in fact, it was nowhere near five-star rating as I checked online when I stepped into the musty room bearing in our suitcases inside—only a few applauding and saying that it'd such a comfortable bed but the rest just left either two or three at best, without so much of a comment underneath.
Leaning against the doorframe, I stared at Jake's back who was kneeling to tidy up some things on the floor. "Your friend couldn't have hooked us up with a much better view?"
Jake turned around, scrunching his brows. "I'm actually texting him about it right now." He quipped.
Brook chipped in, cutting through the tension as she looked over the almost torn-up round-spaced mirror hanging over the wall above a desk. "The room doesn't matter. We'd hardly be here anyway, 'cause there's a wild party going on outside, one that's more interesting than in this stuffy room."
Nellie snickered, walking out of the bathroom with a scowl over her face. "Speak for yourself. I think I just saw a mold all over the wall that I have no idea how the room service works here, but it's starting to stain."
Brook ended up being right as we'd finally left the crampy motel room and headed to the club downtown. The club was only about ten blocks away, probably about twenty minutes or more by foot, which most of us chose to do after Jake told us so when he said he needed to save more on gas, quoting that it'd take a lot more when we drove back home. We agreed anyway and it didn't take long for us to arrive at the bar at the end of the sidewalk, cramped up with people lining up on the side and waiting for their turn to be ID-checked.
"You got it right, Jake?" Brook scooted closer and nudged Jake's shoulder, leaning over him. "I'm not getting kicked out of a bar at my birthday outing." She said sternly through gritted teeth.
Jake shrugged off, moving on up in line. "Don't worry about a thing. I've got it all under control."
Logan chimed in—shimmying through—which the blazer that was covered in shimmery jewels studs all over rattled against the counter. "Is it as in control as to when you booked that musty ass motel room?" He asked, the question that struck up provocation—saying it your closest one though, was straight up acceptable.
Logan's bitter question was dismissed as we finally landed in the safe space of the bar. The band was playing a ballad cover of a popular song right now, right across the room that we could still see even though it was about five feet away from us, as there weren't enough people in the room at the moment. The bouncer said that it'd be even more crowded had we arrived at the bar a little late into the night—say about midnight or over if possible.
"I'm not the type to go into bars," I said, trailing further while holding my arms over my hips. "But thought you should've known. About the timing and everything." The accusation was directed right at Jake, as he came back bearing in a round of drinks, shoving them into our faces.
Jake took a sip, looking over me. "Just take in the quiet music for a while... before the actual party begins." He waved me off, watching the band strum on his guitar, as I caught him batting his eyelashes flirtatiously over the skinny guy with the drum behind the rest of the band members.
Logan exhaled a puff out of his vape, taking in as much as if his life depended on it, bargaining for the time when he wasn't allowed to inside the confinement of Jake's car. Jake and his strict rules about doing anything in his car. "It's barely midnight." He pointed out, shaking down his glass after taking a puff. "We should scatter. See if there are any empty seats for us to wait around."
Pulling out a cigarette from the pack as I brought it to my lips and lit up, I folded my arms over my chest, nodding along to Logan's proposition. "Or perhaps we could stay here. After all, it's really crowded out here and you don't want losing sight of everyone else, do you?" The condescending tone cut through me as if I'd practiced and taken it right out of Katherine Pierce's handbook, that even Logan was looking me up and down, with that satisfied grin across his face.
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Ficção Adolescente"We've so much to teach you." Molly Montgomery's world goes upside down when she rekindles with a former friend on the last year of high school. She used to the comfort of her current friends; coffee and secret places only they know about. But she...
