Talent Exchange

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Grace's POV:

The day had finally come. The day I would go to jail. All because a certain somebody hadn't packed all their stuff and I felt like wrapping my hands around their neck and squeezing until they stopped breathing... Mentioning no names *Cough* Lauren *Cough*. She had told me about her break up with Jaydon and I cut my rant at her short. She didn't deserve me having a go at her after what she'd been through. So here we were trying to shove all her last minute things into the suitcase before our flight at 2:30 pm which was only 4 hours away. We had already packed most of her articles of clothing and only had the small bits and pieces left. By that, I meant her electronics such as her laptop, straighteners and hairdryer and bathroom necessities. I didn't feel like going through her underwear so I let her do that. One thing I did notice was how flashy they actually were. I raised an eyebrow at her. Once she felt my eyes burn into the side of her neck, she turned and acknowledged me.

"Yes Grace?" My face immediately morphed into my poker face. This should be good.

"What's with the slut wear?" Lauren's eyes widened to the size of saucers and I restrained myself from the urge of bursting out laughing. She flung away the bra she had in her hand into the suitcase before turning towards me to explain herself.

"Grace! You've got to believe me, I had no ulterior motive. There was a sale on and I needed new underwear. There's no other reason." Her calm expression had distorted into one of sheer panic. That is, until she noticed my highly amused smile. She gasped and catapulted one of her cushions at me. I nimbly dodged it causing it to hit the clock on the wall. Instantaneously, I was there to grasp the tumbling clock in my arms. I heard a sigh leave Lauren's lips.

"Thank God for your ninja reflexes otherwise I'd be in some serious shit with my parents." She went to pick up the cushion and placed it back on her queen sized bed. Her room was in quite a state since she was rather indecisive when it came to what she needed to take with her in the suitcases. I lowered my gaze to the clock that I still had in my hands. The face showed that it was 12:30. The two of us were already dressed in our outfits for today and my suitcases were already loaded into the family car. All that was left was to put Lauren's in her dad's car and meet everyone at the airport. My family was currently downstairs mingling with the Greaves (that's Lauren's surname if I wasn't clear enough). From down the stairs, I heard Mrs Greaves call us down for an early lunch. Knowing that our fathers would take down the bigger suitcases, Lauren and I just took down her carry-ons and placed them next to the door. We both went into the living room where everyone was tucking into their sandwiches. I guess because we were all going to be cramped in a car for an hour, our mother's decided it was probably best to eat light. I wasn't complaining, every time we'd have to go to the airport, I always seemed to get this feeling of queasiness in the pits of my stomach that could only be remedied by rolling down the window and inhaling the not-so-fresh air. Alongside the sandwiches, were cartons for orange juice and apple juice. I poured myself half a glass of orange juice to wash down the cheese and cucumber sandwich I had just devoured. My dad and Lauren's exchanged a few words before heading upstairs. They were presumably bringing down her suitcases to put them in the car. The sound of the front door opening reverberated through the room. It was in that situation that I realized that we were leaving. I mean I knew that the trip was coming but I hadn't realized that it would come so soon. My head was spinning with the anticipation of leaving for another continent let alone a different country.

"I think I'm gonna be sick..." Lauren muttered before rushing upstairs to the bathroom with her hand clutched over her mouth and me closely on her tail. I entered the bathroom to catch sight of her head lowered into the toilet bowl. I knelt down beside her and gathered her hair, pulling it out of the way of her puke. Once Lauren was done emptying the contents of her stomach, I pulled the toilet seat and cover down before sitting on it and observing my friend brushing her teeth.