GEORGIA’S POV
“We’ll meet you guys outside,” the boys grinned mischievously before they left the room.
“They’re insane,” Taylah laughed, shutting the door. “Did you guys bring bathers?”
“Yeah I think so,” Maeve nodded, plopping onto the floor in front of her bag and pulling out a pair of bathers. Taylah and I did the same and we took turns in the bathroom changing. I pulled an oversized t-shirt on, grabbed a towel and waited for the others to get ready.
“Come on, let’s go break some hotel rules,” I laughed, looping arms with them and almost running through the hallways and out into the back where the pool was. The boys were waiting for us just outside the door and we all hurried down the path to the pool gate.
“This is ridiculous,” Maeve said breathlessly as I pulled her along after me.
“That’s what makes it fun,” Luke laughed.
The gate was locked so we climbed over, dumping our stuff on the chairs and stripping off our t-shirts. We all ran at the pool together and jumped off the edge, plunging into the icy cold water. Taylah, Maeve and I floated near the steps while the boys had bomb and diving competitions, giving them scores out of ten.
“Come on! That was way more than a six!” Tyrone said defensively. “I demand at least an eight.”
“You’ll get an eight when you earn it,” I shrugged and he glared at me for a second before breaking into a grin and splashing a colossal wave of water our way.
“Tyrone!” I squealed, splashing him back. The other girls did the same, so our resulting wave was definitely impressive.
The other boys joined in and we found ourselves in a mess of water flying everywhere, people getting dunked, the boys laughing loudly and the girls squealing and giggling.
“Oi!” A voice yelled out and a torch beam moved over us. “Hold it!”
“Shit!” Luke cursed and we all vaulted out of the pool. Thankfully, the security guard was on the opposite side of the pool, so we could scoop up our stuff, jump the fence and race back inside before he’d even rounded the fence.
We didn’t stop until we were back up on our floor, sliding in puddles of water we’d created ourselves. We all leant against the walls to catch our breath.
“Have you got the key?” Taylah asked me and Maeve.
“I thought you had it,” I went to look in my pocket before realizing I was wearing bikinis. “We’ll just go through Mitchel and Christian’s room.”
We followed them in to their hotel room to find clothes and other belongings spread over every surface.
“We’ve been here for one day,” Maeve said in disbelief. “How is this even possible?”
“I couldn’t find my sock,” Christian shrugged and I rolled my eyes. The boys went to get changed and we took that as our cue to leave as quickly as possible.
We changed into PJs and crawled straight into bed, totally wiped out from all the ‘excitement’ of the day.
We were woken the next morning by the shrill ringing of the phone. I scrambled across my bed to the table to pick it up.
“Hello,” I said tiredly into the mouthpiece.
“Good morning Georgie!” an over-excited voice practically yelled in my ear.
“Oh my god Christian,” I groaned, holding the phone away from my ear and glancing at the clock. “It’s eight o’clock, If you don’t have a really good reason to be waking me up, I will have to kill you.”
“We’re meeting with Jason at 9:30,” he explained. “Good enough to save my life?”
“Ugh, I guess,” I ran a hand through my messy hair. “Alright, I’ll get the others up, see you in a bit.”
I hung up and put the phone back in its spot. I picked up a pair of shoes, throwing one each at the two beds against the wall. I hit Taylah in the head and Maeve in the stomach by the sounds of it. They both sat up groggily, as surprised by the early hour as I was.
“The boys’ meeting is at 9:30,” I informed them. I rolled off my bed onto the floor with a thump. I’m too lazy to get up like a normal person okay. I pulled my bag towards me and pulled out the first thing I laid my hands on, a dress of some sort.
When we were ready we knocked on the middle door and went through to the boys’ room where they were sitting on their beds, both shirtless.
“What do you boys have against being fully clothed?” Taylah asked, sitting on Mitchel’s bed and accepting his kiss hello.
“Bleugh,” Maeve and I said loudly, making her laugh and glare at us.
“Are you guys decent?” the other boys called as they came in through the half open door. “Guys, put some clothes on would you, we’re leaving.”
Mitchel picked a couple of shirts up off the ground, putting one on and throwing the other to Christian. Once everyone was fully dressed, we made our way downstairs where two shiny black cars were waiting for us.
Christian, Mitchel, Taylah and I climbed into one while Maeve and the other boys took the other. The driver pulled onto the road without a word and easily navigated the busy city streets. The other black car was right behind us as we pulled up out the front of a tall, modern building.
It was pretty exciting walking through the pristine lobby and riding in the flashy elevator up to the top floor. A receptionist at a fancy wooden desk looked up as we approached and smiled brightly, jumping to her feet to guide us down the hall filled with closed or half open door.
We were showed into a room with a large, shiny topped table surrounded by official looking people who all looked away from the head of the table as we came in. Jason was sitting in front of a wall that was completely glass. His face was split into a huge grin and he was leaning back in his chair, looking over all of us.
“Let’s make you guys famous.”
