Chapter 2
In the morning, we got up, and after an excruciatingly difficult goodbye to my dad, we piled into my car and drove off.
After about an hour, Cameron, who was sitting in the passenger seat next to me, asked, "Do you have any idea where exactly we're going?"
I looked at him briefly and shrugged. "I figured we'd cross the border into the next state and then find a motel there. I've got absolutely no idea what to do after that, though. I'm still kind of in shock that we're actually doing this." I felt tears starting to form in my eyes, but I held them back so I could see the road better, and also so I wouldn't look like a wimp crying all the time.
Cameron must have seen the hint of my tears, because he said, "It's okay. We can do this."
We arrived at a motel after about three hours of driving, although it felt like forever. I parked in the lot and turned to face the boys.
"How are we going to arrange this?" I asked. "Four teenagers checking into one motel room will be a little weird. So who's gonna do it?"
"Not it!" The three of them yelled simultaneously.
I glared at them. "Fine, I'll go." I got out of the car and walked toward the lobby. I just hoped nobody would touch me. I still hadn't come up with an excuse as to why I was at extreme temperatures.
Upon entering, I noticed there were a lot of people just sitting around, relaxing in the big, comfy chairs. It felt kind of nice, actually. Like home. I looked around and caught a glimpse of someone who looked kind of like me, but then she put a newspaper in front of her, so I couldn't see her anymore. I decided to just forget about it because there was obviously no way it was me, and I barely got a glimpse anyway.
I walked up to the person at the front desk and asked for a suite.
"How long will you be staying?" He asked.
My eyes opened wide in fear. This was one question I hadn't anticipated. "Um, I'm not quite sure yet." He gave me a curious look. In record time I came up with a somewhat good excuse. "I'm in a dance company and we travel throughout the country. We never know how long we we're going to stay in one city."
The man didn't seem to really care, though. "One key?"
"No I need four keys." I said quickly. He gave me another weird look, so I had to say, "there's a few of the other dancers staying in the same room as me. It saves a bit of money."
He rolled his eyes, and I handed him the credit card I'd gotten from the bank for my dad's bank account. He handed me the keys and said, "Room 111."
I thought about going out to the car to bring the guys in, but I figured it would be weird if I came in here with three guys, so I went up to the room and texted them the room number.
After about five minutes, Cameron came in and said that the other two were going to wait a little while before coming in because they found some store nearby that they were shopping in.
"So how are you doing?" Cameron asked.
"What do you mean?"
