I go up to my room again to unpack my stuff. The boys from Montenegro are still sleeping. Girl keeps on sneaking away from them with some of her Montenegrin friends. The Highway boys don't like it when she escapes. I know this as one morning I walked in and they were beating her ass for running away.
Anyway, I was simply unpacking my stuff when a very pretty girl walks in.
"Hello there Ivan. Didn't realise you came here so soon haha." She giggles.
"I'm sorry but I don't think I know you..." I reply awkwardly.
"Come on Ivan your bound to know me now! I was at the Eurovision concert with you.... Seriously you must know haha" she jokes with me. I look a bit closer and I realise her voice and her crazy hair.
"Oh my goodness Poli! I didn't even realise I'm so sorry!" I blush from embarrassment.
"Awk Ivan it's ok haha! So how have you been keeping?" She smiles
"Well it's been keeping grand I must say now what about yourself?" I ask.
"Oh nothing better! It's been so great this experience. Would you like me to help you unpack?" She asks so politely.
"Awk no it's ok I can do it myself haha." I laugh.
"Nonsense Ivan! I will help you of course."
She helps me with everything and I end up having a really good time with her. She is so lovely and sweet. Maybe I have found a new friend.
It's time for dinner now and I see Greta and Deen sitting at a table. I know they will want me to sit with them because they are my friends. As I walk over to them I hear a loud voice yell "Ivan come here! Sit with us."
I turn around and I see Douwe Bob sitting with all the cool kids of Eurovision. AKA the big 6.
The big 6 never let anyone sit with them as they consider all the other contestants too poor. Even though the German girl Jamie Lee is friends with Lighthouse X..... Denmark is kind of rich I suppose.
But still they are all selfish bastards and it's very rare to see anyone else sit with them.
First we have Amir, the French guy. This guy is a nice chap and is pretty funny. But if you don't get along with him then your fucked.
Next we have Francesca from Italy. She is a sweet girl but pretty creepy... People think that she has some sort of wizardry or something behind her.
Then we have Joe and Jake from the UK. Two posh pricks who think they are the best and are probably gay for each other lets be honest.
Then Jamie Lee from Germany. Again a sweet girl who seems to be the outcast of the big five. But she still kind of ignores other contestants most of the time.
Next we have Frans from Sweden. I think the biggest asshole of this year. But like all Swedish men they think they are the best.
And lastly, but certainly not least. The Bitch Barei. From the best country in Eurovision Spain. Everyone listens to her because she is basically a queen. She orders everyone around and makes sure that she gets her own way. What a bitch.
Douwe must of charmed his way into the big six. Because this is very rare.
"Are you sure?" I ask unsure
"Yes Ivan come on!" Douwe shouts.
I walk over and sit beside them. They all stare at me. I can feel there eyes examining me while I try to impress them.
"Hello guys I'm Ivan from Belarus. Nice to meet you all." I say
"Yes we know who you are haha..." Amir says awkardly.
"Yes I already introduced you to my new friends." Douwe laughs.
"Um we haven't decided if your going to be our friend yet or not" Frans interrupts.
I feel so scared. I don't want to give a wrong impression.
"So Ivan when did you arrive?" Jamie Lee asks still pretty hungover from last night.
"I arrived yesterday afternoon." I reply.
This was extremely awkward.
"I feel like we need to know more about you." Francesca looks at me creepy trying to reach out for my hand. Then Douwe grabs my hand and puts it under the table. He looks at me in a way that indicates "No"
I take Douwes word for it.
"Well well well Ivan. My main man Douwe has told me many things about you. You seem a nice chap but I don't know if your just cool enough to sit with us. So tell me one thing. Who have you fucked from esc yet?" Barei asks.
They all look at me. What do I say? I'm a Eurovision virgin basically.
Douwe mimes to me. Trying to tell me to lie. I don't really know what to say or who to say. I just blurt out "Yes I have actually"
Barei moves in closer and looks me in the eyes "who?"
My heart is about to rip out of my chest. I want to say Nicky but I know he would hate me for life if I said that. I'm trying to think of friends now.
"Poli from Bulgaria" I say out of nowhere.
"Oh damn. She seems sweet.. Well for you. But she seems like a total bitch to me. But ha well it's your taste." Barei leans back and plays with her nails.
I think what a bitch. I then ask "well have any of you guys fucked anyone yet?"
Jake says "of course me and Joe have. We are the dick hunters."
"For fuck sake Jake this is why I don't let you talk. You make us look like we are hunting for Dick. We are actually the Pussy Patrol." Joe shouts.
Then I remember the two boys in the bush with British accents. "Are you sure use aren't looking for the dick?" I ask
"What pffft we aren't gay who do you think you are calling me gay?!!" Joe stands up now looking angry.
"Listen guys we better go... It was nice eating with you all!" Douwe grabs my arm and we leave.
We storm out into the hall.
"Well that didn't go as I expected. The only reason why I was sitting with them is because I slept with the Spanish woman." Douwe pants.
"Oh I see.. She is a total bitch to be honest." I say.
"Tell me about it. She wouldn't stop bitching about ex boyfriends and other contestants that whole time we did it. But she is a good bang now I must say." Douwe rushes, "and did you really fuck that Genova girl?"
I pause and bow my head.. "No... But I didn't know who else to say because I haven't really fucked anyone yet."
"Don't worry about it man. Just make sure to tell Poli before Miss Spain does. Good luck man." Douwe pats me on the back before running away.
I run around the corridors looking for Poli. I can't find her anywhere. I'm so panicking right now I could almost cry. I just broke down and cry. I did a terrible thing. Help
