"we'll figure this out 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳."
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season 1 - 6
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"A lot can happen in one night."
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The bus comes to a stop in front of an old looking hotel. The students and I walk out the bus, all staring at it with different emotions. Coach proceeds to tell the boys that the meet has been pushed until tomorrow and that this is the only place he could find. We all take a key and they all begin to walk away but Lydia stands still, almost frozen in place.
"I don't like this place." Lydia tells us.
"I don't think the people who own this place like his place." I reply with a laugh.
"It's just for one night." Allison reassures.
"A lot can happen in one night." Lydia mumbles.
"True." I say.
♡
Lydia and I walk downstairs of the motel, aiming to talk to the lady in reception but accidentally bumping into Stiles along the way. The brown haired boy is holding a bunch of snacks in his hand.
"Pig." I comment, giggling.
"They're for Scott as well!" Stiles whines.
"Mhm." I reply.
Stiles playfully rolls his eyes and I open my mouth to reply but Lydia grabs my hand and drags me away, stopping at the reception place.
"Quit flirting." Lydia mutters to me.
"We weren't flirting." I quickly reply.
"Excuse me." Lydia says, gaining the woman's attention. "The card on the dresser says we have a non-smoking room but it reeks of nicotine."
"Sorry about that, sweetheart." The lady croaks.
I look up to see a number. "What's the number for?"
"My husband insists on keeping it up." The lady replies. "It's a bit morbid, you sure you girls want to know?"
Lydia nods. "Yeah."
"Since opening, more than any other hotel in California, we have the most guest suicides." The lady bluntly replies.
"198." I mumble, looking up at the number once again.
"And in counting." The lady laughs, shaking no remorse.
♡
Lydia, Allison, and I sit around in our motel room. All we've been doing is talking about random things in attempt to pass the time.
"Did you hear that?" Lydia suddenly asks.
"Hear what?" I question, confused.
Lydia doesn't answer. Instead, the strawberry blonde stands on the bed and walks over to the vent on the wall, her breaths becoming shorter as her eyes water. All of a sudden, she steps back and covers her mouth with her hand.
