A/N Hey! Here's part 3. Please leave comments with suggestions for the name of the story. Vote, comment, everything, please. I'm going to try and post every friday, but don't hold me to it. Keep in mind, that this is completely unedited, so point out any mistakes you find! Thank you!
Chapter 3
Laken was fuming by this point. Going off on everybody and complaining about how her boyfriend didn’t care for her and neither did anyone else; which I’m sure is a lie (I mean, her parents like her, right?) Her phsyco-path melt down was not helped at all when numerous members of the crew were telling her to shut up and putting all of their attention on me, because apparently almost dieing means that the everyone you know and their neighbors have to come see how you are doing… at the same time. Ashton was surprised everyone had found out… apparently, when he had texted Savannah to grab my shirt he had sent the message via group message. After being accused of cheating, (because why else would my shirt be off. Like c’mon people it’s not like there is a HUGE pool right outside the balcony) Ashton had to explain how he may or may not almost have caused my inevitable and irrevocable death. But with all of the chaos and screaming, hotel security was called by someone. After they came and checked on us, we got reprimanded for having too many people in my room and everyone had to leave. Savannah and I stayed in the room.
“So wait, are we still going out to dinner in 30 minutes?” I ask her.
“Seriously, Arden, after everything that has happened today, you are worried about food?” Savannah asks. I look at her, in utter confusion and nodded, of course I wanted food.
“Good. I was worried our friendship was about to be compromised.” She tells me. I laugh and fall back on the bed. The lack of oxygen for a few minutes was begging to get to my brain. I was in that moment of exhaustion when you no longer care about anything to do with anything. Dinner was going to be so much fun tonight.
Promptly at 5:30, Savannah and I walked into the lobby. Most of the crew was there, but a few key members were missing. Ashton filled us all in on the who’s and why’s of it all; Laken was tired and didn’t feel coming (I’m assuming she was actually ticked and couldn’t bear the thought of mind that would come with eating dinner with people who actually very prominently hated her.), and then random members were tired from traveling or chose to stay behind and prepare for tomorrow. Oh well, their loss. I had changed before coming downstairs. It wasn’t much better, but a pair of high-waisted black jeggings, and a crop top short sleeve shirt. No one wanted to go out to somewhere super fancy, so we decided to go to some hole in the wall place that some local had recommended to (insert crew member male name here).
We had called before coming, to make sure that there was room for a table of 20. The people at the restraunt ended up not being the brightest people, while they did have a couple tables set up and had put us in the back, they had put us with the new waiter, who had never worked at a restraunt before today. Savannah didn’t really think of this as a disadvantage. Let’s just say he wasn’t low on her boy radar. He was probably an 8.5/10. The only down side was that he was probably 2 years (at least) younger than me.
“We will all be on separate checks,” the manager said, as soon as he had come to the table.
“Okay, well my name is Sean. I’ll be your waiter for this evening,” he fumbled with his little notepad thingy.
He seemed really awkward, but his smile showed he had no idea of it. And honestly, I don’t think any girl would care either once they saw his light blue eyes that just made you get lost….. Oh wait, where was I? Oh, right. Awkward waiter. And his hair! Okay, just don’t even get me started. The dark brown wavy hair fell over his eyebrows at just the right length, and I was beginning to question what products he used to make it stay. Okay, Arden, focus. We all ordered our drinks and then the boy left, a crooked smile glued onto his face, displaying perfectly dimpled cheeks. Keep your cool. Your boss (and hopefully future boyfriend) is sitting on the opposite side of the table of you.
