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watching the numbers of each floor blink as we passed by them.
“I won’t accept your money.”
    “Well,” I swallowed
trying not to smell anything, which was clearly the wrong move. Once I opened
my mouth, it was like I could now taste it, so much worse. “How am I supposed
to pay you then?”
    He laughed shrugging
and looked at his feet. “I’ll accept sexual favors.”
    Say what?
    It wasn’t until then
that we realized we were not the only ones in the elevator. The stale smoke and
dirty laundry was an actual person standing behind us complaining about crude
teenagers.
    Dylan and I managed to
hold in our laughter until we get out of the elevator but before the doors even
closed, we both burst out laughing.
    “Did you see her face?”
Dylan gasped between laughs.
    It took me a minute to
be able to respond as I was laughing so hard my side hurt. “I thought she was
going to have a heart attack!” I managed to say after a few deep breaths. “But
damn, was that smell her?”
    All Dylan could do was
nod in between his laughter.
    We continued the
occasional fits of laughter making our way to the room only to find out it has
one bed instead of two. Aside from the one bed, I was thankful it didn’t smell
like that lady any longer. The cream walls stood out from the checkered gold
and green carpet and the red bed.
    We must have stared at
that fucking bed for a good five minutes.
    I know what you’re
thinking. Here is a girl that, on paper, has a scholarship to an Ivy League
school, had the perfect life, and now here she was sleeping in hotel rooms with
strangers and cussing like a sailor.
    The problem is that
I’ve always cussed, just never around anyone. And as far as my brains go,
that’s all true but talking to me, you wouldn’t know it. I don’t believe in
talking above others or trying to use words that no one other than English
professor could understand.
    Dylan was the first to
talk about the bed. “I can sleep on the couch.” He gestured over his shoulder
to the corner of the room to a burnt orange couch that looked as if it could
maybe fit his legs but not the rest of him.
    I waved my hands
around. “Don’t be silly.” I told him trying not to let him know how nervous I
was. “We can share.”
    Again, if he were going
to murder me tonight, it would be easy for him.
    “If that’s what you want,”
    Tossing my bag on the
bed, Dylan did the same. We both turned on our cell phones and I was a little
amazed to see that I had eighteen voice messages. Nine were from my dad, three
from Mercedes, and seven were from Eric. I also had thirteen text messages, ten
from Eric, and three from Mercedes.
    Where are you? I will come get you. Tell me where you
are. - Eric
    Did you seriously leave town with Dylan Wade? What
were you thinking? I can’t believe you would ditch us like that and for Wade of
all people. Thanks for only thinking of you. - Mercedes
    Have you lost your mind? I can’t believe you would
just leave like that. Does this mean we’re over? It sure seems that way and
after four years. This is so childish. - Eric
    Maybe I had lost my
mind but I was okay with that. Maybe we were over, and I was okay with that
too.
    Sitting directly in
front of me on the burnt orange couch, Dylan laughed scrolling through his own
text messages.
    “What are you laughing
at?” I asked, not looking up from my phone and deleting the text messages, I
did not intend to reply to.
    “All
these messages from Eric.” His hand jetted out handing me his phone.
“What a douche bag.”
    My first thought was
why he had Eric’s number. They weren’t friends. Dylan only ever hung out with a
Landon Neel and Danny Wells, his best friend. Aside from them, I’ve never seen
him with anyone let alone Eric. As friends, they would have been the most
unlikely match ever.
    How could you be so stupid about this? – Dad
    Nice man. Way to bag the town hottie !
Call me. I need details. - Landon
    You better not hurt her! - Eric
    The last