Hated, Dated, Fated

Chapter 8- Dated.

-ALEXA POV-

The sharp ringing of my phone shocked me awake and I scrambled to answer it before Riley woke up.

“What?” I groaned, my head falling back onto the pillow as I answered the phone.

“Wake up Lexa! It’s already 8:30, and our first appointment is at 9:30,” the disembodied voice of none other than my ‘boyfriend’ Caleb, told me, almost gleefully.

“So? That’s another hour. Let me sleep,” I whined, not wanting to get out of bed so early on a Saturday morning.

“It’s across town,” the voice replied me dryly, and I swore, trying to get out of bed while listening to Caleb laugh.

Flustered, I managed to tangle myself in my blankets, landing in a cascading waterfall consisting of myself, my blankets and just about all of my pillows.

“Caleb, I’ll call you later,” I muttered, hanging up and dumping my phone on my now barren bed as I tried to wriggle myself out of the mess.

Finally getting myself free, I rushed to the shower, getting myself ready in record time. At 8:50, Caleb knocked on my door just as I was about to finish drying my hair.

“Jeez, what is up with all that noise? I thought you didn’t want to wake Riley up,” he yelled over my hairdryer.

“She didn’t care!” I heard Riley’s muffled voice over the noise and switched it off, leaving my hair semi-dry.

I shrugged noncommittally and combed it through, pulling three parts of my hair to begin braiding it when Caleb stopped me. Taking the three parts I’d already separated, he quickly and efficiently tied my hair into a French braid, securing it with a hair tie.

“How did you…?” I trailed off, turning to stare at him.

“It’s nothing. Babysitting your sisters forces you to learn how to braid hair,” he mumbled shyly, not wanting to look at me.

“You have sisters?” I asked, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.

“Yes he does! Tracy and Lacy, the ‘twin terrors’ as he likes to call them! They’re nine and love their big brother to bits,” Riley chirped up and Caleb rolled his eyes at her.

“How you know so much about my life is freaky. C’mon Lexa we gotta go,” he urged me, giving me just enough time to grab my bag, which I thankfully packed last night.

Our first stop was Wyndham Garden, in Chinatown, which was supposed to have exactly the kind of room we wanted. The staff however, were snobbish and arrogant, and it was such a turn off that we firmly crossed that out from our list.

“I’m sorry we’re no longer interested. Thank you for your time,” Caleb said coldly, leading me out of the hotel.

“Well… that was a complete disaster. The room they had didn’t even match what we wanted,” I rolled my eyes at their poor service.

“Mmhmm. Next up, The Ritz Carlton! I love that place,” Caleb said, evidently happy to be leaving this hotel.

The Ritz was a beautiful place, but the ceiling was too low, and the ballroom was really a room meant for ball dancing.

“It was round! What ballroom is round?” I snickered as we left the room.

“It’s so people can dance,” he said dramatically, spinning me in a circle outside the Ritz, sending me into a fit of giggles.

“Alexaaaaaa…” Caleb dragged, and I turned to see Caleb looking at me almost pitifully.

“What?” I asked, my eyes narrowing as he grinned widely.