The Opportunity of a Lifetime

Chapter 56 (Hailey's POV)

I jolt awake, jumping up off the couch and looking at the clock. 9:39... AM?!?! I wanted to catch Cheryl on her way back from her date! I slept through it! Gahhhh! I must know what happened!

Suddenly wide awake, I sprint through the bus to the bunk area. Its pretty early, and everyone is still asleep, but oh fucking well. I have to know what happened before I forget to ask altogether.

"Cheryl, wakey wakey eggs and bakey," I say kind of loudly, tickling her sides.

"Ughhhhhh, fuck off, Hailey," she groans into her pillow.

"No, I came to wake you up because I made ham for breakfast and you get first dibs."

My plan worked, and she jumps up so fast I have to leap back so she doesn't ram into me, and she sprints off into the direction of the kitchen. I stand there and cross my arms, waiting for the conniption.

1...2...3...4...

"GOD DAMN YOU, HAILEY, GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!"

There it is.

I walk out to the kitchen, bracing myself for Cheryl to put me in a chokehold or something. But she isn't in here.

Oh no.

I start to turn around when something slams into my back and sends me to the floor.

"What the fuck was that, Cheryl?" I push her off of me and sit up, rubbing my shoulder.

"You're asking me? You're the one that lied about cooking ham! You never lie about that kind of thing, you bloody twat!"

"I'm sorry!" I shout, even though I'm totally not. "I just needed you up and at 'em so I can get all the kinky details about your date last night."

She rolls her eyes, plopping down on the couch. I follow after her, but I "accidentally" land on her lap. She makes an "ooph" sound, and I wrap my arms around her neck, smiling expectantly up at her. She just narrows her eyes at me.

"I'm not telling you shit."

"Oh, come on, ol' buddy ol' pal! We tell each other everything! Even when we poop!"

She just raises her eyebrows at me. She wants me to keep bugging her about it. Okay.

"Pleeeeeeease tell me because were buddies and were best friends and I wanna know and I promise I won't freak out."

"Sure you won't."

"I won't! Spit shake on it!" I spit on my hand, holding it out to her.

"Uh, no thanks." She pushes the back of my hand away with her index finger, and I shrug nonchalantly, placing my hand back around her neck. I make sure the spit side comes in contact with her skin.

"Ew! You sick fuck!" She tries pushing me off, but I just grip her neck tighter. She sighs.

"Alright, fine, if you'll stop being an annoying little shit," she mutters, sounding defeated.

"No promises."

She flicks me off, tries to push me off of her one more time, fails, sighs again, then clears her throat.

"Well, we went to a gay bar, got drunk, fucked each other sideways, came home, drunkily ever after, the end."

I give her a "fuck you, you liar" face, and she just dies. She laughs for about five minutes, and I just sit there and wait for her to tell me what really happened. I got up early for this and I'm not gonna settle for her shit.

Once she settles down, I ask, "Can you tell me what really happened now?"

"Alright, fine, fine."

"YAY!"

"Well, he took me to the fair, but he wouldn't tell me that at first. He said the same thing you did about the 'element of surprise' or whatever and-"

"And, and?!?" I ask excitedly.

"If you would stop interrupting me I would tell you."

"Oh, sorry. I be good girl now."

"Alright. And, I excitedly ran away, but he caught me and lifted me up by my waist. You could say I screamed like a girl-"

"Aghhhhh my goddddd I ship itttttt-"

"Hailey!"

"Sorry."

"Okay! Anyway! We got our wristbands and started riding pretty much all the rides, acting like jackasses on all of them. We got several odd stares... What's wrong?"

I make my lip quiver in her favor. "We used to always do that. YOU CANT BE REPLACING ME WITH A BOY!"

"IM NOT REPLACING YOU, DIPSHIT! Let me finish and then you can freak! I wanted to ride the ferris wheel, but I could tell he was scared, but he put on this tough guy act and got on anyway-"

"Why are you talking about me?" Pete walks in, yawning. Cheryl groans.

"I'm trying to tell her the damn details about our damn date but I keep getting interrupted by you damn people and I'd like to finish the damn story!"

He puts his hands up in surrender, leaning down and pecking her on the mouth, then sits beside her. I can't stop the high pitched squeal that escapes my lips.

"Jesus Christ, did you have to do that when you're literally right next to my ear?"

"Yup. Now, finish the story, peasant!"

She just flicks me off, but continues.

"Well, we got on the ferris wheel, and Mr. Macho Man over here got scared shitless and grabbed into me and screamed whenever we got to the top."

I start laughing, and Pete just pouts.

"I-"

"Don't even try denying it, Pete, you know its true."

He shuts up, and I laugh, enjoying every minute of this.

"Long story short, I'm dating a woman. But of course the woman wanted her manliness- that she never had- back, so she went to play a fair game, Arnold Schwarzenegger'd that bitch, and transformed back into the short little man that I went on a date with." She kisses him again, and of course, I scream, but Cheryl just slaps her hand over my mouth. I continue fangirling, and eventually everyone else grumbily stomps in the room, wondering why the hell I'm screaming bloody murder. Pete and Cheryl look at me expectantly, but I shake my head.

"No, you can have the honors of explaining. I'm gonna go get some of the sleep I lost. Goodnight!"

I run off before she can snap my neck, and I hear her shout "bitch" off into the distance. I run like fucking hell to my bunk, jump in, and cover my whole body with the blanket, because obviously nothing can get you when you're under the covers. I start to drift off, and I welcome it.