What Happens In Vegas

Chapter 1: The New Girl

Nany's POV

It was the next day after Adam left, I was laying in Mike's bed with Naomi. The sun was blinding into the room, I pulled the covers over my head as my eyes were glazed over from crying all night thinking about Adam getting kicked out of the Hard Rock where we have been living the past month. 

A few minutes later as I finally began to fall asleep I heard Dustin come in.

"Hey, got some news." he said excitedly to me and Naomi as he tugged at the duvet covers pulling them from over our heads.

"What?" Naomi replied sitting up in the bed sounding both confused and frustated that Dustin had disturbed us. 

"We're getting a new roommate!" Dustin said excitedly to both of us.

"What!" I said as I quickly sat up in bed pulling the covers from off my face.

"Yeah maybe it's a girl." Dustin said sounding hopeful as he sat down on the edge of the bed. 

"I hope it's a guy" Naomi stabbed back as she climbed out of the bed.

I just sat up with my legs crossed under the covers as I run my hand through my hair, all I could think about was Adam, sure he was staying in a hotel a few blocks away from us but I couldn't stomach the thought of someone just coming into the house replacing him. 

"So who do you think it will be?" Dustin asked me again as I snapped myself back into reality as I saw that Naomi had already left. 

"Oh right, I don't even care either way." I said dismally, kicking the covers off me in frustration. It was true, I didn't care I wanted Adam back.

After Dustin finally left the room I got out of Mike's bed making my way into the kitchen, wearing nothing but Adam's white t-shirt and my panties, I rubbed my eyes with the palms of my hands as I went over to the fridge flinging the door open and grabbing a half empty carton of orange juice. I sighed as I took a sip out of the carton. All I could think about was last night, Adam going crazy, destroying the penthouse, the familiarity of the situation that occurred ever so often not only in the penthouse but throughout my own love life. Weirdly it felt homely already here in Vegas, in a disgusting type of way.

I sat down on the bar stool rubbing my temples with my index fingers, hopeful that it would recover my hangover, while Mike was making everyone breakfast, I saw Mike's hand place a plate of scrambled eggs in front of me. I picked up the fork besides me stabbing the eggs as if they had wronged me in some way. I didn't want a new roommate, it was a month in does he or she really think they'll just fit in right away here. 

A few hours passed before we got a call from reception telling us that our new roommate has just arrived in the lobby and they're on their way up now, making sure to not reveal the gender of our roommate. We all waited on the couches in the living room looking towards the door discussing who we all thought it would be, even going as far as guess their names. Then it opened slowly. 

We clambered over the couches running towards the door as this tall brunette walks in, carrying her luggage, shooting us all a wide eyed, toothy grin, she lifts her dark tinted red sunglasses up, resting them on top of her straightened hair. Heather was the first to great her then going around the group until she came around to me.

"Nany." I smiled warmly as I shook her hand, I felt her hand grip mine tightly as she smiled back.

"Cooke." Her voice was slightly raspy, as if she had a sore throat. 

After taking Cooke to her room, formally Adam's room, we all got to know her, I say we but I really didn't pay attention to anything she was saying as it was something about soccer so of course all the guys were talking to her.

I walked away going into the bathroom with Naomi, I looked at myself in the mirror brushing back some stray hairs from my face with my hand.

"So? what do you think of her?" Naomi asked me as she was stood next to me looking in the mirror next door.

"I don't know yet." I replied, the insecurity in my voice was clear when talking to her.

"Still pissed that Adam left?" She turned toward me placing her hand on the edge of the sink.

"Yup." I refused to look at her, I picking up the make up removal pads rubbing it on both my eyes hoping to stop myself from crying.

"So you refuse to like her because of that?" Naomi inched closer to me with a sternness in her voice I could tell she thought I was ridiculous for not talking to Cooke.

"Yup." I threw the pads into the trash next to my foot and walked off back into my own room. I was still thinking about how Cooke was sleeping in Adam bed, that bed held so many memories and she's tainting them.