Six Years After The Bet

18. Abby

I wake up to the sound of music playing. I search for my phone, patting across the bed until my hands land on it. I turn and check the time, seeing that it's eight fifty two. I slept that long? Well, I didn't really get any sleep last night, so I guess I can see why I slept so long.

I sit up lazily before standing up and putting my phone in my back pocket. I check myself out in the small mirror on the wall and I find myself cringing at my appearance. My hair is all over the place, I have dried up drool on the corner of my mouth, and my eyes are puffy. I grab my hair brush, tooth brush, and tooth paste before making my way into the bathroom down the hall.

I brush my hair into a messy bun before brushing my teeth. I wash my face with a wash cloth before going back into my room and changing into something more comfortable. I decide on a tan cardigan, a white tank top, blue jean shorts, and brown boots. Not my best look, but I'm not trying to impress anyone. Or am I, my self conscious adds. I head downstairs and look out the back door to see a small fire going and everyone sitting around it. Everyone, but Jordan.

Instead of going out there, I head out the front door and towards the guys' cabin. Just because I want space doesn't mean I can't check on him. If I knew my revelation was going to ruin the trip for him, I wouldn't have even told him. I go up to the front door, lightly knocking on the door. No answer. I turn the door knob and it opens. I walk in, the place dark and quiet. I search for the light switch on the wall and switch the lights on when I find it.

"Jordan!" I call, loud enough for him to hear me if he's upstairs.

I call his name again, but there's no response. I let out a small sigh, wondering where he could be. He couldn't have left? I mean, he wouldn't leave because I admitted that I love him. The idea itself pisses me off, but hurts more. I decide to check one more place before giving up completely.

The path to the lake is familiar to me because the set of small trees at the beginning of it. It's a nice night out; it's not cold or hot, just right. It reminds me of the night Jordan took me out on the yacht. I had such a great time that night and things were looking up for us. In a way, that was the night where I kind of figured I still felt something for Jordan. I just didn't want to admit it to myself.

When the lake comes into view, I see a figure swimming in the lake. I know it's Jordan. I take a deep breath before walking over to the dock. I sit down at the edge, sitting Indian style. He's so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't even know I'm here. He's swimming on his back, looking up at the stars. I look up as well, and my mind goes back to the night on the yacht.

"Reminds you of the night we were on the yacht, doesn't it?" He says, surprising me. I didn't think he knew I was here.

"Yeah." I respond, still looking up at the night sky.

I take my eyes off the sky before looking down at him. "Why weren't you hanging out with everyone else?"

"Same reason you aren't. Neither of us really want to be here." If I'm being honest, I don't want to be here. It's only the second day and I'm already regretting coming.

"Everyone seems to be having fun without us. I don't blame them, though. I've been a complete bitch to everyone since I've been here." I go to run my hand through my hair, but remember it's in a bun.

"I fussed Ryan out earlier. For no reason. I was just mad, so I took it out on him." He swims over to the edge, resting his arms against the edge of the dock.

"I attacked Troy and Alyssa earlier about them-" I cut myself off when I realize that I'm about to tell him too much.

"About them what?" He questions.