A Unique Crossover

Chapter110: Horror secrets

I stood in front of the white cream hotel room door, knocking once. Waiting for a few seconds before David asked, "Are you sure you don't want to go to the receptionist?"

"Yes, I'm sure that I don't want to go to the receptionist," I said before banging my fist on the door. My patience was already on a thin line, and this egghead is making it worse.

This was the very last person whom I wanted to speak to, but my mind wasn't in the great space to come up with a convincing story to spitfire. And I don't know if David will play along while trying to figure out what's going on in my head.

I bet he's probably thinking whether he should have told me about being related to Carter. If he had waited until after the finals, he would have played that video for me.

Whatever was going through his head doesn't matter. What happened, happened, and there's no point in rethinking it.

Just when I was about to punch a hole in the door, the door finally opened. Revealing a five-foot caramel tanned guy dressed in a grey undershirt and dark jeans. His jade green eyes shone as he grinned down at me, "Jennifer Hawkins,"

"Hello, Levi," I said coldly, wanting to make this the shortest visit as possible.

However, Levi Harrington leaned against the doorframe. Arms crossed to display his muscles as he always does whenever I'm around, "It's been a long time since we've talked. And you have grown even more beautiful than last time."

That's his favorite line to use whenever we see each other. He's the type of guy who has an obsession with girls who are African American. Having the fantasy of being part of an interracial couple, like Kanye West and Enrique Iglesias.

Slightly tilted my head to the side with a bored expression. "The last time we saw each other was when my team and I beat your team before the quarter finals." 

That's when he acknowledged David, who stood straight and stared back with intense eyes. Levi gave a dirty glance before putting his charm on for me, "You needed an escort to see me, shortcake?"

My jaw clenched at the stupid nickname Levi has for me. I don't know where he got the name, nor did I care. I just hated the name, and that hasn't changed, "I want to know what room Chelsea is staying in." 

Not a request or question, but a demand. Levi noticed this, yet kept the same grin as he spoke, "Shouldn't you have asked Android or the receptionist for her room number?"

"She and Android had broken up, and I don't want to waste my time riding a stupid elevator that's not fast enough," I said sharply with a violent stare. Today has been a long day with emotions riding high.

And this heated dog doesn't seem to read people. Then again, he was never known to be the smartest person when using his brain in his basement.

Shrugging his shoulders, running his eyes over me as he asked, "And what makes you think that I would know where her room is?"

"Because whenever one of your 'special night visits' finds out you're a dirty, disgusting pig who sleeps with other clueless mini skirts. They want to give you a piece of their minds and you always have a hiding place."

One of the many things that I never liked about Levi. He was the type of guy who was all talk, but no action. His charm and good looks are seen as important assets. Using them to sleep with as many girls as he pleased and forget about them until he wants to sleep with them. That's if he could even remember them.