Chapter 24

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"GUESS WHAT?" Adriana busts open the bedroom door, making me jump up, fully awake from my slumber.

"Jesus fucking- what is going on?" I search for my phone to check the time.

"Sam and Colby rented a fucking yacht.." she starts slowly walking over to me. "So get up, let's go bitch."

She whipped the blankets off of me and smacks my thigh.

"OW!" I hold the now burning part of my leg and glare at Adriana.

"C'mon!!" She starts grabbing my arm and dragging me out of the bed.

"Okay okay!!" I smack her hand off and stand up on my own.

"Get ready and meet us downstairs." She winks before running out of the room and shutting the door behind her.

What time is it? I finally find my phone and realize it's already noon.

Geez why the hell did I sleep in so late?

Once I shower I put on my favorite bathing suit ever,

Before heading out I grab a pair of shorts to throw on, my flip flops, and phone

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Before heading out I grab a pair of shorts to throw on, my flip flops, and phone.

As I head downstairs I run into Jake, who's coming out of his room.

"Hey!" He smiles. "Finally awake!"

I roll my eyes. "I'm sure you sleep in till noon every now and then."

"All the time." He says. "Just coincidently not today." His devilish smile creeps onto his face.

"C'mon, goofball." I grab his wrist before rolling my eyes once more and going downstairs.

In the kitchen is Adriana, and Zoe.

"Hey guys." I say.

"Hey." They respond in unison.

"We we're just talking about how we only have like a week left here." Zoe frowns.

"Oh yeah huh." Jake Says. I look at him and he's frowning too.

"Kinda weird you guys planned our trip almost correspondent with ours." I say, still looking at Jake.

"Right? That's what I was thinking." Jake Says. "Colby pretty much planned the trip."

Colby planned the trip, kind of odd. I'd see Sam doing that sort of thing.

"Guys!" Corey comes running through the back door, scaring me out of my thoughts.

He stands there for a second, taking deep deep breaths.

"Oh my god it's hard to run in sand." He holds himself up with one arm on the door frame.

"Did you have something to say?" I ask, waiting for him to explain why he was running this hard in the first place.

"Oh yeah." He stands up straight and acts normal. "Come check out this fucking yacht."

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