Unanchored: Inspired by Demi Lovato (book 1 of the unanchored series)

57.⚓(last chapter)

As I'm grabbing the silver tray platter from Kahelea, he says to me, "There's a party tonight by the beach, you and your friend should come," Kaheleha suggested to Emma, who was shaking her head in disapproval. I shake my head to myself as I placed the platter on the brown table next to the door. I knew Demi was too good to be true. Like, she was really going to let us starve and munch on chocolate raisins in her emergency snack bag, which I personally have thought about chucking out of the plane window, but the pressure in the air is so intense, I think that maybe, I should save trying to kill myself for another day. Sorry, my dark humor's kicking in.

Emma opened up her mouth to say, "Actually, I don't think—" I cleared my throat and said, "You know what, Ka-However-You-Pronounce-Your Name, that is a good idea." I smiled, standing on my tippy toes and rocking back and forth in excitement. I don't know if it was my way of flirting or whatever, but this was something that I usually didn't do.

Kahelea chuckled, showing his luminous white teeth and running his fingers in his silky jet black hair.

Emma furrowed her eyebrows, looking at me, "What are you doing?" She whispered. "What do you mean, what am I doing? I'm trying to have a good time. I don't know what you're trying to do." I said, rolling my eyes and gently pushing past Emma so that I could finish talking to Kahelea.

"Uh, what I'm trying to do is not piss my mom off any more than she already is," Emma said in a crossness tone. I laughed in Emma's face and averted my eyes back to Kahelea, who was confused. "So, what time should we be there?" I asked with a grin. "Midnight." He answered.

"Ooh, 12:00 o'clock? We're feeling a little risque, are we?" I joked, snorting while I laughed. Kahelea found it funny, but Emma, being the Debbie Downer, she scowled. "God, you sound like a swine giving birth to ten piglets." Emma insulted me, walking away to slam the bathroom door shut behind her.

I rolled my eyes and focused my attention on the beauty standing right in front of me. "Don't worry about her. I'll be there, okay," I said, reassuring Kahelea of my attendance. "Good. I'll give you my number." He said, taking his iPhone 11 out of the front pocket of his khaki shorts as I did the same with my jeans. I unlocked my phone and exchanged it with Kahelea, who took my phone and put his number in. I saved my number in his phone and gave his phone back to him while he still had my cellphone held tight in his hand. He stuck his tongue, positioned my phone in an upward angle, and shot a picture of himself.

He smiled, giving me my phone. "Here, I'll text you the rest of the information. See you." He said, walking away as I closed the door behind him. I bit my lip, smiling when suddenly, I heard a door creak open and out came an angry walking Emma. What else was new at this point.

"Are you done grouching around like a sour puss? Have you finally come to your senses about the party?" I questioned with a grin covered on my face.

"I am not a sour puss; I just hate getting into trouble. And, no, I'm not coming to my senses, and I'm not coming to the party either." Emma said, storming out of the bathroom and crawling into the bed by the little window. I rolled my eyes and folded my arms. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm going to sleep if you don't mind!" Emma yelled from under the covers. "Ugh. Whatever, Tiny Tears."

If Emma doesn't want to come to the party, fine, she wants to stay here while I have fun with the hottest guy on this island, fine. It's her loss. I don't know about her, but tonight, I am blowing off some steam. I need to party so that I can forget about everything and everyone.