A Pretty Revenge. (A Fairytail Fanfic)

Chapter 28

(Y/n's POV)

We arrived at the hotel the next day and everyone was bubbling with excitement, literally. And since I am miles away from being a miser, I booked seven suites, for 14 persons, exceeds included. Finally having managed to check in, I broke the news to them, expecting some sort of yelling, but they were so happy of having a luxurious room and not being alone that they literally crushed me in an enormous bear hug.

The only question they asked was how to decide who is going to stay with who.

Then, I got a brilliant idea. Transfiguring fourteen sticks from a bamboo branch that I had picked earlier, I met the curious gazes of my friends, still totally ignoring the nervously shuffling dragon beside me and spoke up. "We're at fourteen persons and there are fourteen sticks. We are each going to draw one, me included and the one who has the same number that us is going be our roommate as the numbers range from 1 to 7. For example, if Aella and Nico draw 5, they're going to be staying in the same room. But there's a twist. I booked seven suites, and one of them is a presidential suite. But it all depends on the number. It will be deciding your room and your partner. Don't worry. It's fair play."

I won't lie. At the beginning, I was seriously not getting the point of actually going on a holiday when I could do much work in the time. But now, as I see the excitement and the happiness which bloomed on my friends' faces, I get the soothing satisfactory that for once that being rich showed its perks and everyone around me is able to take advantage of it. Taking a stick, I silently prayed to get the presidential suite like all the others. Opening my eyes, I peeked at my number.

A lucky seven.

" I got seven" I proudly shouted, happy that for once luck was on my side. (A/n: ~Oh oh oooh oh oh oh ooh oh~ I'm jamming so hard to idol right now. Anyway)

Lifting my head to see whose hand was up and regretted it. Obsidian had his fist up, dancing before realizing that we are going to stay together for a week or even more. My dismay or surprise, whatever you call it, got so obvious, that he also froze. But we can't get in the way of the excitement, so I shouted again, to be able to be heard over this total ruckus. "Now we check the room."
You know what, I don't want the presidential suite. Take if you want but not me. We've gone so awkward and it'll be a shame to get this room and not enjoy. (A/n: I'm not sure if this has a double meaning 😏😏😏. If you know what I'm talking about.)

"Seven, seven... Oh shit.." I looked at the list, tracing a straight line for the fifth time from the number, till the room we were allocated only to make sure I wasn't mistaken. We got the best room. I looked at Obsidian, completely shocked, locking eyes with him for the first time in several days.

Fuck....

"Ok guys. Drop your bags in your rooms, get your swimming suits on, we are going to the beach, then a beach party in the evening." They cheered in response while Obsidian and I walked up to the room in utter silence. Finally opening the door and getting in, I was awestruck, I dropped my bags on the floor and ran to the balcony. The view is amazing, no breathtaking. Next up, I ran to the room again and jumped on the bed, breathing in the sweet scent of fresh bedsheet.

"I love this room." I said, trying to burrow my head more in the comfy pillow when I heard someone chuckling. That's when I realized I was not alone and instantly lifted my head. And there was Obsidian, smiling at me. Jumping off the bed, I dusted me off and walked away. "We have to go." I said, keeping the shortest sentence possible and still not looking at him whilst squatting before my bag to take out the clothes I'd need.

Standing up and going straight to the bathroom, arms filled with clothes, I was suddenly pulled away and my back was pressed against the wall. There's only two people in this room so it's no rocket science to find out who was messing around with me. Totally ignoring the person, I looked at the opposite of the hand roughly pressed against my left, not once glancing at the all too familiar and close face.