Share
Chapter 17.
The next day, Cory completely acts as if I don't exist.
"And you stood him up? Do you know what that means?" Lacey says for the sixth time, obviously adding to my guilt.
"I think you explained that already pretty much. I suck, and I'm a pile of poop." I repeat her words.
"Louder."
"Fuck you, Simone."
We're in the hotel's lounge room, which is a simple way of putting the cramped up, rectangular shaped room that the management provided for us. If I take a shot anytime our table has been bumped into and spilling half of our French fries to the floor, I'd probably have alcohol poisoning.
I'm not only stressed out about the fact that Cory is intentionally ignoring me, which mind you, is already becoming insufferable for me. We've been appealing for a new room because our current one already has too many issues that the hotel's management turned a blind eye on.
Why our toilet keeps getting clogged up is still a mystery. Th
Bab terkait
Not My Type Of Guy Chapter 18.
It's the Statehood Day soon. And it's all everyone can talk about. The hotel walls are alive with squeals and chatter. Everyone's trying out their colorful Aloha shirts; They're usually collared and button dress shirts, mainly short sleeved and cut from printed fabric.In order to commemorate the day Hawaii joined the U.S of A as state fifty, the hotel is hosting a concert in it's premises, mainly for their customers. We the 'workers' aren't allowed. But that's not stopping us from sneaking in, though.Lacey's sitting Indian style on her bed, making a phone call when I step out of the bathroom in my robe. It's five hours till midnight. Also eight hours from now to Cory's and I little adventure by 3am, and it's all I've been thinking about since he brought it up. My stomach instantly forms a tight knot as I remember what I have in mind for tonight.There's only two things that can happen. Acceptance or Rejection.And even if I get rejected, it'
Not My Type Of Guy Chapter 19.
"Honey, I think your Dad's seeing another woman."Mom's voice is tiny through the phone, which is on speaker mode because Lacey is doing my makeup. But she keeps stabbing me in the damn eye."Stay put!" She hisses, as if having a sharp pencil millimeters from my eyes isn't nerve-wrecking enough."He doesn't call like he used to," Mom continues. "Last week, we were having a conversation on the phone, and I heard a woman's voice at the background. Giggling. That sound has been stuck to my head."They both had similar issues like this when they were still married. Mom always feared Dad's grinding on some woman whenever she's not home because let's face it, it's hard having a ladies man for a husband. It almost seems like Mabel got all the family's good looks, and I fell from the sky."Don't you get the signals?" I say. "He's trying to move on. Sooner or later, he's going to find someone else. And you will, too."There's a pause, as
Not My Type Of Guy Chapter 20.
"Is she dead?" A low voice whispers."I don't know. What should a corpse look like?""I think it's...""Shhhhhh, she's waking up."I open my eyes slowly. My sight is blurred for a few seconds before they fully adjust to my surroundings. Simone and Lacey are sitting by my bedside, their faces bent down so that they are so close to mine, their eyes huge with wonder."Why are you guys so close to my face?""Do you remember us?" Lacey slowly asks, choosing her words carefully. "I'm Lacey." She points to Simone. "And this is Simone." She points to herself."I know who you guys are." With a hand, I push their faces away from me and sit upright on my bed, my blue bed sheets falling down to my waists as I notice I'm no longer in the clothes I wore last night."Who brought me here?" I ask."We don't know. We came in this morning and saw you looking like you were dead." Simone explains."The pa
Not My Type Of Guy Chapter 21.
I'm sitting on a chair in the middle of Miss Renee's office. Noah and Cory are both sitting by my sides in silence. I'm currently shivering from the cold; my hair is sticky and my clothes are dripping wet. The two boys by my sides aren't looking very good either. A dark bruise is forming at Noah's cheekbone, with a small cut on his lips, his clothes damp. Cory's lower lips is fully swollen, and let me not forget to mention the black eye.You may be wondering, 'how the fuck did we end up like this?'Alright, let me enlighten you a bit. 35 minutes earlier."I'm so not giving him mouth to mouth," Cory says, kneeling with me beside an unconscious Noah laying on the floor. "Let's just hide his dead body."My chest rises up and down in a fast panting pace as I try to catch my breath, managing to throw Cory a glare. Swimming deep underwater is one thing, but dragging a full grown human being that might be 5ft taller than you while struggling
Not My Type Of Guy Chapter 22.
"When we get older, do old people become attractive to you?" Lacey spreads nail polish on her fingernails. "Like, when I'm seventy, are seventy year old men going to look hot? This is a real concern of mine."Simone is doing push-ups on the floor while Lacey sits Indian style on her back, carrying them both up and down. I stopped counting when she passed fifty push-ups.I'm in a black and white Panda Onesie, with Pixi glow facial mask on my face to prevent wrinkles. The kind of stress I go through in a day is enough to make me look old."How many push-ups did I do?" Simone pants, laying face down on the floor."I stopped counting. Lacey did you keep up?""Uh...""Jesus Christ. All you guys had to do was help me count. Thanks a lot." Lacey falls over when Simone stands up, trudging into the bathroom to take a shower."A little warning would've been fine. Now my paint is smudged," the bathroom door slams at
Not My Type Of Guy Chapter 23.
My decision to spend the evening at the hotel pub was a logical one. A professional one. I prefer thinking of it that way, as it's a little too hard on my ego to admit I'm here largely to look at Noah.I'm not being stalky. You can say I'm a woman on a mission.Most of the tables are full— families, couples, tour groups, the Kingston boys huddle together over pints and glasses and conversations. A young boy who can't be more than fifteen sits in a corner playing a weepy tune on a concertina. A fire is being lit, as with the evening weather had gone chilly and damp, and around the red glow of simmering turf a trio of old men with wind raw faces sit smoking contemplatively and tapping booted feet to the music.I see Lacey at the far end of the bar, having what appears to be the most serious of discussion with a man who had to be a hundred and two years old.The past two days have been what you can call the longest days of my life. Si
Not My Type Of Guy Chapter 24.
Despite the fact that I slept wonderfully with a smile on my face, I wake up next morning in the complete opposite way."I don't think this is a good idea," Lacey tells me, eyeing the water below us.Lacey, Simone and I agreed to go boat cruising this afternoon after some group of people did theirs this morning. I only joined them hoping it'll lift up my mood a bit.It doesn't.I'll talk more on my ugly mood later on.Let me focus on the two lovebirds on a boat across Lacey's and I. The boats we found were tiny and could only manage two persons on it, but Simone suggested we take two boats. Meaning Lacey and I share one and she invites Tom over to use the second boat with her.So basically, she ditched us for him.Their combined weights makes the boat dip in the middle, pulling them towards each other until they're touching almost everywhere. They lock gazes for a long period of time, and I can almo
Not My Type Of Guy Chapter 25.
"How many damn movie theaters are in this city?" I wipe a bead of sweat from my forehead, glancing over at Noah as we walk down to a café shop.Despite being a Floridian, where summers are usually incredibly brutal which I should've already been used to, I cannot help but feel like my insides are on fire under the current Honolulu afternoon sun. I'm sweating in all places I didn't think would be normal to secrete liquid in the human body. Yes, including my butt.I swear, the devil escaped from hell and sat on the world today.Let's just say there's a reason my favorite season is winter."Let me ask Siri," Noah pulls out his iPhone from his jean pockets and long presses on the home button, bringing the phone up to his mouth. "How many movie theaters are in Honolulu?" He says into the phone.Immediately, various answers pop out from the internet and he reads them carefully. "It says here there's fifteen.""Great.
Bab terbaru
