I'm in Love with a Jackass

Chapter 5- A New Friend

After two more thrilling hours with the guys in the hummer limo, we finally arrived in the well known city of Las Vegas. I didn't know whether or not to bolt right out of the limo and into the fancy hotel, or to just stay put because I knew Bam watched me closely, carefully and quietly with every move I made. I was the last to step out of the car with the help of Steve-O who held my hand as I stepped down. I glanced over to Bam who just glared at us. Smirking, I walked past him with Steve-O at my side and brought both of my duffel bags into the hotel. As we made our way inside of the hotel, we were met by a few screaming fan girls who were screaming at the top of their lungs. A girl with blond hair and blue eyes ran over to Bam, crying. "Ohmygod! It'sBamMargeraIcan'tbelieveit!" The girl jumped up and down excitedly along with her friend. "Can I get a photo?" The girl asked. Bam nodded as she shoved me aside lightly, not noticing me at all. A flash went off, blurring my vision. "Did you get it?" The girl asked her friend slightly snobbishly. I took note to try and stay away from girls like that. They annoyed the living hell out of me. 

Sighing, I walked with Steve-O over to the front desk, cursing under my breath at the stupid girl who pushed me out of the way. "Are you okay?" he asked as he took his hotel key. 

"I guess. That stupid bitch needs to burn in hell." I muttered under my breath quietly. Steve-O scoffed in reply at my comment. 

"Calm down, Katie! It was just a fan. They're all like that anyways." 

I stood in front of the manager's desk as she typed furiously at her computer. "May I help you?" she asked, looking at me while still typing. I looked at her stupidly, amazed how she could look at me and type so fast. "Ma'am?" the woman said again. I snapped back from my daze and looked at the woman. "My room key is under the last name Yaffery." 

"Oh, I think your boyfriend has your key already. Did I give you the right one?" She referred to Steve who looked smugly at me. 

"Oh, don't worry, it's the right one. Room sixty-six, right?" 

"That's the one!" The woman nodded at us as Steve-O took my arm and pulled me toward the elevators with him. So he finally got his wish to stay in the same room as me. 

After a few seconds, the elevator doors opened with a ding sound. We stepped in and the doors closed. A few minutes after, we waited for the sixtieth floor to come. On our way up, I looked in the mirror-- my swollen eyes, pale skin, and tangled black hair. Rubbing my face in my hands, I heaved a heavy sigh in, then out. A shoulder nudged mine, causing me to look up and into Steve's glistening eyes. I stopped and stared into his eyes. Slowly, but surely, his face started to inch closer to mine. I tried to inch back as he got closer, unsure what was happening. Right before his lips were one millimeter from mine, the door of the elevator opened. Steve-O hindered for a second, then smirked at me. He swiftly took his bags as well as mine and went to our hotel room. I noticed I was backed up against the elevator wall, my back touching the cool metal that caused me to have goosebumps on my skin. 

 As we made our way into the hotel room, I noticed there was only one bed. "Shoot!" he muttered and started to dial the phone. 

"What? What happened?" I asked. 

"Well, I was figuring that this room would have two beds." 

I remained silent for a minute while Steve-O talked to the manager over the phone. "No, it's fine. Yeah. That's alright. Don't worry about it. Bye." After hanging up, Steve-O walked over to the spot next to the bed and put a large blanket on the floor. "Umm... Steve, what are you doing?" 

"I'm making my bed." 

"What?" I suddenly grasped what his actions were telling me. "No! It's alright! I can sleep on the floor. I'm tough. You've been working hard these past couple of days and I think you should get the bed to yourself." He could not help but smile softly.