The Opportunity of a Lifetime

Chapter 50 (Hailey's POV)

I cannot fucking sleep.

I turn my head and look at the clock. 3:04 am. I groan, flipping to my other side, almost smacking my face against Patrick's. Oh, right. I share a bunk with him now.

I lay there for a while, trying to fall back to sleep, but I never do. Then I get the urge to pee. Damn, I had just gotten comfortable, too.

I quietly slip out of the bunk, successfully without waking Patrick up. That's a first. I carefully tiptoe forward in the dark, almost positive I'm making it out alive, when I trip over something and fall with a heavy thud to the floor. I curse under my breath, hearing Joe flip over in his sleep. Thankfully he doesn't wake up, so I dash for it while I still can.

After I pee, (which I don't need to put in detail, you sick fucks) I start to feel hungry, so I head to the kitchen in search of chicken nuggets. Only to discover there aren't any left.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

This calls for an adventure. But I need my partner in crime first.

I head back to the bunk area, without tripping over anything, may I add, and find Cheryl asleep, back facing me. I shake her shoulder, but she just groans. This calls for drastic measures. I pounce on her, and she jerks awake, jumping away from me in alarm. When she realizes its me she runs her hand through her hair and glares at me.

"Asshat," she mutters.

"Your one and only." I smile at her in the dark.

"Would you mind telling me why you woke me up at three in the morning?"

"Oh, not at all. Were going on an adventure."

Her face immediately lights up, a little bit of the fourteen year old I befriended so long ago coming out.

"Ermagerd, where?"

"You'll see when we get there," I say, climbing over her and taking my pajama pants off, replacing them with skinny jeans.

"Come on, man, just tell me."

"Nope."

"Please?"

"No."

"Whyyyyy?"

"Goddamn it Cheryl stop asking so many questions," I say as we walk out to the living area.

"I just wanna know where you're taking me, is that a problem? For all I know you're gonna take me to an abandoned warehouse and chop my hands off."

"This isn't the Young Blood Chronicles, dude." I'm about to climb out of the big window over the couch when I look over and see Cheryl looking at me like "the fuck are you doing".

"What?"

"Why are you going to climb out the window? The freaking door is literally five feet away from you." She raises her eyebrows at me.

"That takes the fun away, duh. Were sneaking out so we have to make it as risky and dangerous as possible." I jump out of the window before she can say anything else, my feet slamming against the asphalt. She appears on the rim of the window, not looking very happy.

"The things I do for you, you bloody wanker." She grunts, hopping out after me.

We start walking, and thank God I know where we are a little so we don't get lost.

"How long is this gonna take?" Cheryl asks impatiently after a couple minutes.

"Fifteen minutes at the most." She just groans.