The Vacation

Chapter Twelve

I woke up to my phone ringing. Incessantly. Annoyingly. Very, very loud. I moved my hand around the night stand next to my bed, trying to find it. When I finally got hold of it, I shoved my hair out of my face and groggily answered. "...Hello?"

"Oh, so glad you picked up! I've been trying to reach you for days now! Jess, I can't believe that you haven't called me yet! You've been in England almost two weeks now! You said you would call every week Jessie Meredith Adams! So, tell me everything! Do you have friends there yet, does your room service know that you can't have gluten on Thursday, how big is your flat, how old is the doorman, can you set me up with him, is he handsome..."

Wow. Okay. It was way too early in the day to be dealing with Mabel. I loved her to death but Jesus she was hard to handle when I was half asleep. "Mabel, slow down please. I'll try to answer your questions. Yes, I have friends here. Well, one friend so far, but he's taking me to his uncle's tonight for a "board game and movie party extravaganza" so hopefully I'll be making more friends. Sorry I haven't called you, I've just been super busy with settling in, and all that. Hey, how about I call you back later tonight to tell you how the party went?" I ask, trying to get her off my case for the moment so I could get ready for the day.

"Okay. That's fine...I guess. I just really wanted to talk to you, Jess. Catch up. I feel so distant from you now."

"Maybe it's because we're an ocean's width apart?" I guessed. "Hey, Mabel, has my diploma come in the mail yet? If it has come, just unroll it from the cardboard tube and stack some books on it or something to get it flat."

"No, sorry doll, your diploma hasn't come in the mail yet. If you would like, I can go to your school today to figure things out, though."

"Thanks, Mabel. You're the best. If you have time, go ahead. Talk to you later." I hung up after she agreed and started to get ready for the day.

***

First on the agenda: shower. Done.

Next: clear floor of clothes and fold them all. Okay, this will take a while. But that's alright I guess. I have four hours to get this bedroom looking great.

Third: text Taylor and Michelle. Tell them how I'm doing here in the great city of London.

"Hey girls! London's great! Eating nothing but salad and lowfat yogurt, as you told me to do. Hopefully partying tonight! Think of me when you sneak out for one of our crazy bashes tonight."

I get a reply almost immediately.

Michelle: "Great job, Jess. We knew you could follow our eating instructions like we asked. College ball here we come!"

Taylor, a few minutes later: "Hey Jess, you don't mind if I fucked Garret do you? It just kinda happened. But don't worry, I resisted at first. Because he was your boyfriend and all."

Wait a second. Was?! Was my boyfriend?? When I left, I'm pretty sure the exact words he said to me the night before I left were "Don't worry, babe, we'll make long distance work. You know how hard I try to keep things I like. Love you. And DM me when you get on the plane." That snivelling little bastard! I can't believe, not even two weeks after I left, my boyfriend of two years actually had sex with my best friend! I can't believe it! How dare he! Well, he got it right about the "was" part of our relationship. Because he may not have told me we were done, but now I'm telling him! Stupid bitch Taylor. Stupid boyfriends and stupid supposed best friends. Stupid America. Stupid London. Stupid Dad having to work stupid overseas. I'm done with this. I want to go home. Right now. Taylor deserves a bitch slap to her perfect little face.

Could this day have gotten any worse than how it started?

***

A while later, I hear Alessio knock on the door of my flat. When I don't answer, he comes in himself. Apparently he has a key. He calls my name a couple of times before I answer in a shaky voice that I am in my room.

"Girl, what's wrong?" He starts to say as he walks through the doorway. He must see my red, tearstained face, because his face suddenly changes to concerned. "Oh, Jess, what's wrong? What happened? Are you okay?"

I choke back my tears long enough to tell him, "My boyfr... uh ex boyfriend is sleeping with my "best friend"."

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Hey, readers. Sorry it took so long to update. I just started school and everything is finally back to normal so phew *wipes brow* now I can get back to writing! As I said in my bio, I don't have an update schedule or anything and the reason I don't write a lot is because if I feel the chapter isn't good enough to publish, I won't publish. So yeah, I know. I suck. Sorry.  Anyways, hope you liked this chapter! Don't forget to vote/comment/share! And I love you all for being patient with me!

~hannah~