I'm Not That Girl

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty Three

       “We’re going skiing,” Kara declared, getting up from her chair.

       “No way,” I said.

       “What about skiing?” Nick popped up. Whenever the word ‘skiing’ came up in a conversation, Nick reacted the same way Kara did at the mention of the word ‘shopping’- he started paying attention. Like most of the spoiled teens I knew, Nick spent his entire winter on the slopes. He loved it. I, on the other hand, was different story. I hated snow. I hated the cold. And I HATED skiing.

       “We’re going,” Kara said.

       “Where, and when?” John said, now also becoming a part of this conversation.

       “Now, and either in Aspen or New Hampshire,” Kara elaborated.

       “I hate going Aspen!” Phillip complained.

       “I hate skiing in general, so we’re not going!” I said.

       “Yes, you are, babe. So, Phillip, no Aspen?” Kara said, texting someone.

       “Nope,” he said.

       “New Hampshire it is. Whose house?” she asked, continuing to patter away on her phone.

       “Mine!” Nick yelled.

       “No way, dude! Mine,” Phillip said.

       “Personally, I think we should go to mine,” John said.

       “Well, personally, I think you should shut the fuck up,” Nick snapped back.

       “Okay, guys! Let’s just settle this! We can go to my house,” Kara said.

       “Or… we could all just go to Elle’s house!” Nick smirked.

       “Well, considering I’m not even going on this little trip, it’d be pretty hard to break in and all,” I said. Yes, I had a ski house. I also, unfortunately, was born into a skiing obsessed family. When I was two, I straight up refused to go out to play in the snow. When I was three, I wouldn’t go down the bunny hill. Hell, even now I wouldn’t go down the bunny hill! I hated skiing. Though, I had to admit, our ski house was pretty sick, and it had Wi-Fi, so why I was I really complaining?

       “Oh, you’re going. I just texted my parents, and they said that since they’d be up there anyways, we’re more than welcome to stay at my house,” Kara went on. 

       “Yeah, we’re going to pass on that,” Phillip said.

       “Fine. Let’s settle this the civil way- whose house is closest to the actual mountain?” she asked. I sunk down in my chair, hoping they would forget the location of my house.

       “I believe Elle’s is,” Nick said smugly.

       “Mine? No. Besides, I’m not going,” I turned down.

       “Elle’s house it is!” John said as I glared at him. 

       “Okay, so we’re all in agreement? Elle’s house?” Kara asked.

       “No! I’m not in agreement!” I objected.

       “Too bad. Oh, I already texted your mom telling her that we’re spending the weekend there, and that we should be back by Tuesday,” she said.

       “TUESDAY? No way am I spending four days in freaking Antarctica!” I said. I wasn’t even concerned about it going on my attendance record for school, because all we had to do was call and say we’re skiing, and they wouldn’t mark it; I just didn’t want to go!