Stranded Together

Chapter 15

🟣Blake's POV🟣

"And what? She just took him into the bathroom?" Zoe asks though the phone, not believing my explanation of last nights events on the plane.

"Yep. I have no idea what he said to her, but seriously one minute she was yelling at him and the next she was all over him."

"What the hell? That's so weird."

"Yeah, I know. And for a second there I actually thought she was cool." I huff, scooting down on the surprisingly comfy couch in our hotel room.

We arrived in Miami late last night. We were all tried, so we didn't waste time collecting our luggage off the airport carousel and calling a maxi taxi to fit all of us. It was too dark to really see anything as we made our way to the sumptuous looking hotel near the dock. As we waited for our taxi Liv and George explained that we were only staying one night at the hotel, as the cruise boarding was tomorrow afternoon.

It took longer than necessary to get assistance last night as there was no one at the checkin desk to give us keys to our pre-booked rooms. We rang the little bell multiple times, but there was no response.

I was close to just dropping my bags and sleeping on the plush and expensive looking red carpet that covered the lobby floor.

Eventually we did get some service, and we were escorted up an elevator to our rooms.

"She must of just cracked." Zoe assumes referring to the flight attendant. "But you gotta admit, Gabe's definitely a damn fine looking specimen. When he wants a girl, he gets her."

"That. Is. Disgusting." I mumble, pausing after each word, putting extra emphasis into the word disgusting.

"Ha! And he's blackmailing you?" She asks changing the subject, but already knowing the answer. "That is hilarious." She chuckles evilly, finding my predicament amusing.

"Some friend you are." I grumble over her laughter.

"So what dirt does he have on you?" She asks forcing me to visualise the hideous photo. I silently shutter to myself, the thought of having faeces down my face disgusting me.

"Ah, just a bad photo of me on his phone." I vaguely reply, not wanting to tell her. Being the loving and caring friend she is, she too will probably start calling me Monkey Shit Face.

"Can't you just delete the photo?" She asks, her voice suddenly laced with concern, obviously sensing my discomfort.

"Don't you think that I've already thought of that? He always has his phone with him." I sigh in annoyance.

"Well, where is he now? You could probably distract him, or get his phone somehow if you really tried."

"He's at the pool with the othe-" I start but cut myself off. "Shit I gotta go! This is the prefect opportunity!" I say hanging up on her. He couldn't have possibly taken his phone to the pool. He wouldn't risk getting it wet.

Mum, Dad, Darcy and the Tillers left to go to the pool a while ago. I was ready to go as well, but Zoe called me right as we were walking out the door, so I stayed behind telling them I'd catch up.

I jump off the couch, and stumble ungracefully to the front door. I slip on my flip flops as I stick my head out stealthily. I look both ways down the long red carpeted hallway, triple checking that there is no witness.