The Bad Boy, The Sat Nav and Me

Chapter 24 - Appreciative Andy and Aggressive Antonio

Chapter 24 – Appreciative Andy and Aggressive Antonio

                The drive to our next destination was beyond awkward. Seb was driving, Kenzi was riding front seat and everyone thought it would be completely and utterly hilarious if they put Hunter and I in the backseats. No, it wasn’t. They had to deal with little quips and snips all the way there, which continued when we reached the hotel room.

                “That’s it!” Alfie snapped, dropping his bag and glaring between us. “If you two can’t pull yourselves together I shall cut your head off,” he said, pointing at me. “And then stick it up your ass!” he announced, moving his index finger over to Hunter. I sighed, sitting down on the bed. Hunter didn’t make a sound, turning on his heels and strolling out of the room.

                “You’re such a pussy! Get back here and fight your ex like a man!” Seb shouted after him.

                “She’s not my ex yet, dickhead!” was all he got in return. I let out a breath of relief. Kenzi gave me a sympathetic look, just as the hotel manager came storming in.

                “Language, people, language! What do I have to do around here to get you to behave?!” Antonio, the owner and guy that lent Lee some petrol money, hissed, seething. I raised an eyebrow and Lee sighed.

                “Mi dispiace, amico. Non succedera 'piu',” Lee assured, holding his hands up in a defensive  gesture. Antonio shook his head before holding it in his hands, speaking gibberish to Lee before disappearing back through the door.

               

                “Jeez, who pissed in his cornflakes?” I asked, unpacking my phone and sending my dad a text to let him know that I was OK. I hadn’t text my mother, for obvious reasons, but it was times like that, when I had arguments with Hunter, that I kind of missed talking to her about things.

                I put the phone back down on the bed and pursed my lips, patting my legs with my fingers. Dylan groaned, dropping onto the sofa with a grunt.

                “You need to sort it out between you, you know that, right?” he asked, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

                “Yeah, I know.”

                Hunter didn’t come back and I decided to go out for a walk to distance myself. Spending every day, all day with the group was beginning to get on everyone’s nerves.

                The cool Italian air hit my face as I tromped along, kicking one of the small stones by the curb. My blaring ringtone was the little bugger that disrupted the peace.

                “What?” Dylan chucked on the end of the line.

                “Hello to you, too,” he chided.

                “Again, what did you want?” I asked, stopping and leaning against the wall to one of the shops. The wall was cool through my shirt