Just Cruising

Chapter 6: Day III

So, this morning was quite awkward. I could barely face Sam...

Oh! And also, I may have forgotten to mention that I only have 2 more days on this cruise...

But anyways, life goes on, and my story must be told. So this morning:

I got up and got dressed, going through the usual routine of body, teeth, face and hair grooming. I felt somewhat refreshed by then end. I usually didn't put so much effort in these things, but I guess, this time I did.

Sam and I made our way to the breakfast buffet in silence. I was once again wearing my Aztec print bikini, but I wore a black sundress with it today. I pulled on my pink sunglasses to block the morning sun out of my eyes. I pulled my French braid onto my right shoulder self-conciously.

I had a peice of French toast, pancakes drowned in maple syrup, eggs, bacon and a strawberry smoothie. Gosh, now that was a good breakfast.

I sat in my chair, slouching and rubbing my bloated tummy. Sam chuckled and said, "It looks like your 3 months pregnant."

In which I looked up at him and said,"Are you trying to imply something?"

He smiled and said, slyly,"Is there something you should tell your big bro?"

I tried to look like I was pondering hard over a thought when I said, "Why, yes!" and Sam's eyebrows shot up in worry.

"Sam...-" I started, very seriously if I might add-"I kinda had sexual intercourse with another human, and now, I'm baring this person's child." And I gave a solemn nod for emphasis. Sam's face was priceless.

He gasped, probably trying to digest what I just said. I waited a few seconds, then burst out laughing. Sam looked at me like I had four billion heads. I clutched my belly, trying not to fall over because of my laughter.

Sam just sputtered accusations, angry and annoyed that I had just made a joke. He was quite the gullible brother, if you ask me.

I stood up and told my brother not to worry. I was still a virgin and he wasn't going to be an uncle for a long time. Then I walked off, leaving my brother there, sitting in shock.

I didn't have my satchel with me, so I made my way back to the room. I was about to get in when I heard rowdiness from a few doors down. It must've been the boys. I stepped closer, shuffling towards the noise. I heard some yelling, but what really stuck out was this;

"Bro, it's just messed up. Theres nothing special 'bout her. She's hot, but not sexy. I just don't understand why you're not going for the usual sexy hot sluts hanging onto your every word? Any girl would kill to be with you, and you'd do mighty fine with them, getting your fun out of it, then tossing them away. But this chick is different..."

I knew they were talking about me. I could tell it wasn't Fin, but it sounded maybe like Tyler? Or Josh? I don't know. It's too muffled. But it still hurt. Even this stupid door couldn't dilute what my heart was feeling. They guys didn't like me. I felt terrible.

I ran to my room. I could hear their voices, but when I slammed my door shut, they stopped. I waited a few silent seconds for any noise. I just wanted to scream in frustration.

I heard a door open, footsteps coming towards my door. They stopped right at my door, and I heard a voice get cleared and a short knock. Then, "Rachel?"

I couldn't answer. I had collapsed on my bed with my head facing the opposite direction of the door towards the balcony. I decided not to answer and go on the balcony. I knew that whoever was at my door would heard the balcony door open, and they'd know that I'm outside. But I didn't really care.

I broke down in the lawn chairs outside. I slumped over, folding myself smaller and smaller until I felt useless. My tears started spilling about 5 seconds later. I felt my body shudder in my sobs, but it didn't totally register.

Why was I unvesting so much into a boy? My mind was swirling around this question. I literally just met him like really Rachel? Really?!!! Huh... I don't know. He's just so nice. And cute. And adorable and sweet and... Oh gosh here come the tears again.

My tears felt hot on my skin, lava crawling it's way down my face.

After about 3 minutes I hear someone yell my name. It sounded far away so I thought that it must've been the wind or my imagination. But it wouldn't stop so I got up to look around. Turns out Jacob was literally halfway over his balcony railing, screaming my name. I guess he was the one to here my balcony door slam.

Our eyes locked for a second, and his looked so troubled, but I just broke it off and went inside my room.

Turns out he was going to be difficult. I heard a knock 1 minute later.

"Uggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I said to myself.

I was going to punch his face. Not kidding. I got up and went back outside On the balcony. Guess who decided to sound like a screeching chicken, yelling my name like a madman.

I was ready to rip his pretty face into pieces. I jumped up and threw my balcony door open. I ripped my front door open and tore through the hall to Jacob's room. I stood in front of his door. I heard hurried footsteps, and the second the door flew open, I threw a punch. It hurt a lot on my knuckles, but my pride over-powered it.

Then I turned around and stalked towards my room. I ignored Jacobs moaning of pain, walking off before he could catch me.