summer in st. louis

Chapter 8 - A Tour I Don't Want

Chapter 8 

A Tour I Don't Want

Tomorrow I go on a tour of Washington University, better known as WashU....get it? Wash is short for Washington, and U is short for University....you know what? I'll stop explaining.

WashU is the college I'm forced to go to. I hate it. I hate St. Louis, period. I know Aunt Delilah is trying to show me that it's great, but I can't let go of the fact that someone I dearly love died here. Even Tucker and Jenny and Heather and Jacob have brought me to cool places to distract me. But...the tour of WashU will bring back the horrible memories.

"Dear, do you plan on going on the tour alone?" Aunt Delilah asked. I was unpacking in my room, since I didn't have time when I got here a few days ago. 

"Well...isn't the tour led by someone? If not, I could just look around myself," I said. Then Aunt Delilah sat on the edge of my bed and smiled.

"I actually planned on someone taking you on the tour. Jacob can do it," she giggled, seeing my jaw drop. I dropped the clothes in my arms and covered my eyes, unable to look at her.

"No. No no no no no no no. I'm not going on the tour with him," I growled. Aunt Delilah laughed again, taking my hands off my eyes.

"He's also going to WashU next year. Since he's lived here all his life, he already took the tour. And the young gentleman even offered to take you, Claire. Plus--" Aunt Delilah leaned forward to whisper in my year.

"--he's a cutie." 

When I heard her words, I groaned and walked out of my room, leaving her snorts and laughter. Then I found Tucker in his room across the hall. I knocked on the door, and when I heard nothing, I walked in.

God. And I thought my brother's room was a mess. The room was about the size of mine, and it had a queen sized bed in the middle, with tangled sheets about to fall off. There was a TV, some video games, a big dresser with almost all the doors opened, and then there were clothes everywhere. Eew. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened.

"Claire--what the heck are you doing in my room?! Let me guess: You wanted to see my awesome body," Tucker said. Only a towel covered him, so I closed my eyes.

"What? No! I came here to ask you something."

I heard some rustling around the room, and the he took my hands off my eyes. Finally, he was dressed. 

"What do you want to talk about? Your accident with Jacob?" Tucker smiled. I shook my head, sitting on his surprisingly soft bed.

"No. I just don't want to take the tour with him tomorrow."

"Such a shame. You have to. In fact, he's picking you up in a couple of minutes so you guys could go to Wasabi and discuss the tour details," he said, cleaning up his room. I gasped.

"NO!!!!!!" I screamed, and Tucker put his hand over my mouth, dragging me out of the room. Before he shut the door, he said: "Claire, you might want to wear something pretty. Also, fix that hair of yours."

I groaned, walking back to my room and shutting the door. This is gonna be some tour discussion.