Star World

twelve

Scarlet King POV

The flight from LA to Vegas was not a long one, but it felt like forever. I couldn't stop thinking about the mysterious text.

'Have a good trip. Hopefully run into you again once you get back.'

Like what the fuck did that even mean and who was it. Obviously, there was a certain really tall, tattooed, blue eyed man I wanted it to be, but I highly doubt it was him. He was really intriguing and I couldn't help but want to learn more about him. Maybe that was crazy of me, considering I had only met the man twice. I really really hope he is the one behind the mysterious message, but, I didn't want to jump to conclusions, or get my hopes up.

I felt a sneaky hand slide its way up my leg. Fuck off Riley. I really am over this whole- whatever the hell we had going on. Ever since I realized I maybe do like him a teeny bit, I've decided to distance myself. But of course, being the pushy annoying fucker he is just had to sit next to me on the plane. I think he could tell something was up.

I grabbed his hand and held it up between the two of us, "You see this hand," I said looking at him with a look that basically said don't piss me off right now. "This hand is gonna keep to itself," I threw his hand down on his lap and turned my body, unbuckling my seat belt to go pee.

If he was ugly, it would make this whole thing easier. On the way to the bathroom I gave a look to Violet and rolled my eyes. She smirked at me, knowing what I really meant and just gave me a little thumbs up.

Of course there was a line, I really had to pee. Why do people take so long ughhh. Finally the last person came out and I ran in. I looked at myself in the mirror and ran my fingers through my long, tangled hair. This whole thing with Riley is gonna be a lot harder than I thought. But, I will not give in because it will just end in heartbreak and I don't deal with that well.

I was just finishing washing up my hands when I heard a knock at the door. Couldn't they see the red fucking lock symbol indicating there was someone in here. I opened the door but standing there was, Riley. What the fuck.

"Riley could you really not leave me alone for two minutes to go pee?" I said, raising my eyebrow accusingly. He just gave me a smirk and shook his head, pushing me back into the bathroom, "That little feisty act you put on back there was really hot, and if you wanted to join the mile high club, you could have just asked me." He went in to kiss me but I pushed him away. "Riley, I meant what I said back there," I pointed between the two of us, "those days of me and you hooking up are over. I should've never hooked up with an employee anyway. It was dumb of me and I'm sorry if I led you on in anyway."

He just nodded and looked at me with a playful gleam in his eyes, "We'll see." Before I could answer him and object, obviously, he was gone.

I fell asleep for the rest of the plane ride and dreamt of a certain boy with electric blue eyes.

"No way, this place is fucking sick," River said jumping onto the bed, sprawling across it acting like he was doing snow angels. "Man I feel like a kid in a fucking candy store right now. Look at all this alcohol, I've never even seen some of these types before," Rocky said, picking up some bright pink bottle that looked like vodka, but it had some weird expensive name.

Violet went to grab the red bull and Jägermeister we had picked up from the gift shop while I ran to my suitcase to get the special shot glasses we bought. "Hey guys we're really glad you could all join us and let's just have fun, get drunk, and forget any problems we are having," Violet pledged, holding up the shot. Everyone followed, holding up their shots as well, yelling out a cheers, clinking them together and throwing them back.