After driving another seven hours I have finally reached Chicago. I pulled into the parking lot of a crappy motel, I hed to the back to grab my overnight bag from my trunk and head into the motel. Walking over to the check in desk I realize that there is already an elderly man there, so I wait. I still can’t get my mind off of the boy who saved me earlier that day, I have so many questions, what was his name, why did he help me…
“Ah mam” my thoughts are interrupted by the concierge at the check in desk. The elderly man has left and two more people have got in line behind me annoyances clear on their faces.
“Sorry” I say and walk up to the check in desk.
“Hello mam may I have your name please” she asks politely despite the fact I can tell she is already annoyed with me.
“Alysia Jensen ” I say.
“Okay Alysia you are in room 205, will that be on cash or credit?” she asks.
“Cash” I say pulling out my wallet.
After I finish paying, the concierge gives me my room key and I head upstairs. Once in my room I change into my blue and black plaid pajama shorts and a black cami. I climb into the plush hotel bed ready to fall asleep when I realize that there is a consistent thump coming from the other room, I try my best to ignore it. I don’t want to be that annoying guest always complaining besides I am only here for one night. But after an hour of this I decide that enough is enough. I climb out of bed and go to the other room, once there I pound on the door. To my surprise the boy from Cleveland answers the door. Although he looks a little odd his hair is all messy and all he is wearing a sheet tide around his hips and from the looks of it the thing could fall off at any moment.
“Would you mind keeping the noise down” I ask mustering up all the courage I can.
“Oh it’s you’’ he said disappointingly ‘’and I paused sex with a really hot waitress for this” he grumbles ignoring my previous statement.
I am appalled by what he just said and am truly not sure how to respond thankfully I am interrupted by a skinny blonde storming up to him in only her bra and panties her other clothes in hand and slapping him across the face. Leaving us both stunned.
“So I guess leaving in the middle of sex isn’t okay in Chicago good to know” he says while bringing his hand to his cheek.
I am truly disgusted and appalled and all around grossed out. I have no idea what to do or say in this situation so I ask the first question that came to mind.
“What is your name” I ask, probably not the best thing to ask but I am very curious about this boy.
“Harry” he says. “And you?”
“I’m Aly” I say still feeling a little awkward.
