If Summer Never Ends

Chapter 21

Chapter 21:

The motel room was sticky and disgusting on every level. Pink paint was peeling from the walls, a few bugs roamed around, there were weird stains on the carpet. I wouldn't have been surprised if there was a body in the bathtub.

"I feel like we should call forensic investigators," I said, placing my bag on one of the beds. In the past, I had slept in a handful of places: hospital beds to apartment floors but this was hands down one of the worst places I could've decided to rest my head for the night.

"A mass murder probably happened in this room," Maria whined. At least someone was on the same page as me.

Cecily spoke up. "Well this trip was last minute, we're on a budget, and no other hotel company would rent out two rooms for a group of teenagers. So this is what we've got. Besides, I think it's cute."

Cute? There was nothing cute about that foul room. I mean, there was 50/50 chance that I could contract HIV from laying on the bed. I failed to see how that met with the definition of cute.

"Watch out, there's probably a ghost haunting this room," Valarie joked as she looked through the dirty mini fridge. I was just as scared to touch that as I was the bed.

"Don't even joke about ghosts guys. You know how I feel about that stuff. I am a believer," Cecily said around the corner from the bathroom. That was one of her greatest mistakes: admitting her weakness. Obviously, I was going to mess around with her later, but I was too enthralled in the downward spiral of my life to put much thought into it.

First of all, I was bummed out about the fact that my father, my own father, stood me up. What kind of person does that? To be fair, I did come off a little strong and probably freaked the man out. If some random girl emailed me claiming to be my daughter, I would've run the other direction too. But still, it was his idea to meet in person. I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up. And then I was absolutely pissed with Luke. He didn't stand up for me against that vile Charlotte. And then he had the audacity afterward to tell me I shouldn't have gone to see Andrew. He said he knew what it was like to be disappointed by fathers and he didn't want me to endure the same pain he has. Who did he think he was? I yelled something along the line of "stop trying to act like you're my father" and angrily stormed off. On top of that, Hayden was being awfully passive aggressive towards me because we haven't talked since out date. Whatever. I didn't need saving. I was absolutely done with the waves of bullshit my life was riding on.

"Hun, what's wrong? What happened between you and Luke? One minute you're almost kissing and the next screaming at him," Cecily murmured as she sat down on the bed next to me. I know she wanted to help, she cared. But I didn't feel like talking. Even though it did me no good, I wanted to sulk in my misery.

"Basically my life is turning to shit and Luke's making it worse. But I don't want to think about him. I don't want to think about anything."

"Well I know exactly what will make you feel better," Cecily chimed.

I rolled my eyes. "Please don't say a makeover."

"I was going to say alcohol but a mini makeover wouldn't hurt either," she scoffed. Maria went into her bag with four shot glasses and a bottle of vodka.

"If you don't want to think, getting shit-faced is a good route to go," Maria added, dangling the bottle in front of me.

I didn't like drinking because it tasted disgusting and also it reminded me of the drunk driver that slammed into my parent's car. But for one night, I didn't want to think about that. I wanted to forget my promiscuous mother, Luke's overbearing intentions, Hayden's spite towards me, my no-show father, and mental instability. For one night, I was going to let loose and let Cecily have her fun with making me up. I had never been drunk before and tonight seemed like the perfect night to get wrecked.