Lost And Found

Chapter 26: Bad Blood

Andromeda:

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," I say, jittery. My hands shaking, my stomach twisted into one big knot, and a major migrain was probably bound to happen. I, Andromeda, am a nervous, jetlegged, anxious girl, and I'm not going to hide the fact that I puke five times after exiting the plane.

"Oh, it couldn't have been that bad of a ride." 

My head shoots up, my eyes looking around until I see Clarke, glaring at him. He finally notices I'm glaring daggers at him after a few seconds, and if looks could kill he would be ten feet under ground. But, I don't think Peyton would like me barrying her boyfriend, alive.

"It wasn't bad, it was horrible!" I shout at him, getting some weird looks from strangers as they walked past us. 

"Jeez, sorry. Drew, do something."

"Why me? What could I possibly do that could calm her down?" Drew asks, obviously annoyed.

I have a couple ideas. Hmm, a back rub would be nice, or we could all just go to the apartment so that I can sleep.

"I don't know. You think of something, she's your girlfriend." And for once, I agree with Peyton's idiot of a boyfriend. I nod, agreeing with Clarke, my hair falling in my face in the process of doing so. Using my hand, I brush the fallen hair out of my face and tuck it behind my ear. I close my eyes, placing my head on Drew's shoulder, the extra padding of his coat making it more comfy for me to take a quick nap.

I hear him sigh, a little bit to dramatically if I might add. Seriously, am I that bad?

"We could go to the apartment and take a break before we go and venture the city?" He suggests, yawning afterwards.

Tiredly, I ask, "Couldn't have thought of that, I don't know, an hour ago when I was puking my guts out?"

The image of him rolling his eyes pops into my head, and I know that when we get to the hotel were going to finish the argument that started back at camp. The one that had been about me not wanting to come here in the first place. There was the big possibly that the nine of us, this very small group were in, would get seen by some of my old classmates, or worse, I would be right in the middle of eating a hotdog and one of Percy's friend would regonize me. The possiblitites are endless. And most of them are just me being my paranoid self.

"Fine... Let's go before Miss grumpy pants over here has a hissy fit."

***

"Bed, sweet, sweet, bed!" I say, leaping onto the bed, that sat in the middle of the room. The room was cool, the air conditioner attached to the wall making it nice and chilly.

When my body hit the bed I didn't know I would be so grateful for the invention of a mattress. After lying on the ground, the only padding being a bunch of blankets, and sleeping in a tent for two weeks in the wilderness, seeing a mattress that's not inflatable -- you begin to cherish the little things. Like a mattress.

I roll over onto my back, my eyes meeting the back of Drew's head. His blond hair was in short waves, and as he set our suitcases down I could see the muscles in his arm flex from where I was lying. A great angle is what it was. Sitting up, I look around, taking in my surroundings and take note that in the room there was a love seat, which could come in handy if Drew decides to bring up the argument we didn't finish. There was no way I'm going to give up the bed if it comes to that.

Desperate times, call for desperate measures. Or, I could just go and sleep in Leutie's room. But, that's only if the argument gets out of hand and I'm too mad to deal with my boyfriend.