trip gone wrong (609 views)

Shyanne rolled her eyes at Harry. Like she was going to say please to him. He was expected to help her, she deserved his help, and it wasn’t like he was fairing much better if he was here and not at the meeting spot!

”I always look good. Duh.” Shyanne said, flipping her ponytail back as she continued to walk forward with purpose, trying to find the kiosk in the center of the park that displayed a whole system of where they were. She only looked back at Harry when she saw he had a portable charger. ”Give me that!”

She snatched it from his hands and plugged her iPhone in. She waited for it to charge... she waited... she waited... it never took. What the heck?! She groaned. It definitely should have charged! ”This stupid thing is out of juice! Get it away from me, ugh, why do you have a portable charger if it’s out of juice?”

She came to a stop in front of the kiosk and found where they were. Percival Street... now where was that, and more importantly, how could she get there within a half hour before the trip ended?

When he called her hot Shyanne quirked a brow, her lips twitching up into a grin. Of course she was hot! It didn’t take getting told by someone like Harry to bring her self-esteem up at all. She knew the way this magic boy looked at her and didn’t object to it – she loved the attention – but like hell she’d ever return the sentiment to him.

”I know, I’m always hot, too.” She said, flipping her blonde hair back behind her shoulder. She didn’t look over at him when he said his phone was working and assumed that, now that he was here, she was going to get back to the bus without a struggle. But then she thought of the instructors – they were going to be annoyed! But they’d wait for them, right? Or, if not for Harry, they’d definitely wait for her. As much as her dad hated how bratty she was, she was his daughter, and if Mr. Volle caught any word about how they left his daughter behind with some boy in the middle of the city on a trip heads would be rolling. ”A mile and a half? Ugh. Are you kidding me? Isn’t there a shuttle or something we can take?”

What, she thought, when he asked if she was coming?! This was so not her fault, that she was slower than he was. For one, she was wearing wedges and had shorter legs than Harry. And for two, she was weighed down by bags! Ugh! Where was Rylan? He would have held her bags! But now she was forced to carry them herself...

She caught up to Harry and kept her head up high. ”The trip? Duuuuh. Successful! The theater was phenomenal – I can’t wait to perform on it someday! And these bags are all my shopping haul. Like, I am so excited to wear these cute shoes and outfits I got. And I got makeup too! There’s a Sephora here, and it’s sooooo much bigger than the one in Salem. But, like, these bags are so heavy. I can’t keep up with you that well”

Shyanne smiled in appreciation and handed Harry her bags. Of course she’d only done that to get him to take her bags – she sure didn’t want to carry them for much longer! Besides, if she was with a guy who very obviously was trying to impress her, he better be cut out for carrying her things!

”Thank you so much! I really appreciate it,” She said, batting her eyelashes to boot. And now her arms were completely free, save her purse, inside of which was her phone. She didn’t seem to mind that Harry was now holding all of her very girly bags and she kept pace beside him. Now that he was holding her shopping spree, she had to keep him beside her. She only half listened to whatever he said after ‘magic’. ”Ooooh, thanks! See, I’m actually a really nice person! I just have a short temper. And ooooh, magic store, what kinds of Houdini stuff do they even sell around here?”

She might have been meaner had he not being holding her stuff.

”Ooh, nice! At least you’re reliable that way!” Shyanne gushed, leaning closer and running her manicured fingertips across the skin. He was stronger than she thought he was... and if he was stronger that meant he was totally useful! Blah, blah... she was only half listening to him talk about what he bought and about his father’s law firm. She did find herself enticed at the idea of money. If this guy was trying to impress her, and ever gave her gifts and carried her stuff, she definitely would not mind! Not one bit! So she just giggled flirtatiously when he asked for a chance. ”I’m hard to get. But who knows? Maybe you should learn to play your cards right, magic trick boy!”

At that she walked ahead of him, making sure to sashay her hips as she walked. The idea of him being a lawyer was so boring but whatever. She wasn’t going to date him, she was just going to tease him. Which was what she did best!

In response to the lady’s comment, Shyanne gave her a pleasant smile, but inside she was so rolling her eyes. Please. Her, as Harry’s girlfriend? As if. He was strong enough to play lackey, and maybe in the right lighting he was kind of cute, but she was so not into guys as desperate as he was who clearly were flippy floppy with their dreams. What potential lawyer studied at an arts school? Now, she could see a business student coming here, but a lawyer? Shouldn’t be go to, like, law school? But that was what college was for, she guessed.

And his question was so desperate. Shyanne would have rolled her eyes if she wasn’t playing nice. Instead, she just smiled over at him, making sure it was at her best angle, the one that made the sunlight outline her like a halo.

”What I look for in a guy? Faithful, reliable, strong, smooth talker,” She said, though as she started to list things (general things which Harry could think meant him and give him false hope) she pictured not him but Brad. She had thought he was all of those things. And he was... until he cheated on her with Maddie Miller. That slut... she said she didn’t know but then, if she didn’t, why was she still seeing him? Why wasn’t she sorrier about what she’d done? No, she wasn’t, because she didn’t care. She was a slut who just liked Brad for his dick and who cared if he had a girlfriend? Obviously she condoned cheating. Shyanne couldn’t wait for Brad to cheat on her ass, too. She glanced over at Harry with raised brows. ”You say you wouldn’t cheat on me, but I’m not naïve, magic trick boy! That sounds exactly what someone who would cheat on me might say.”

This guy was seriously trying so hard. Shyanne kept her smile in place, acted flattered at his words, but on the inside she was totally rolling her eyes. Everything he was saying was so cheesy. He definitely just wanted to get in her pants. And because he kept mentioning infidelity he obviously was trying to bring up her time with Brad. It wasn’t exactly a secret, but Shaynne hated when guys tried to compare themselves to Brad.

”You’re sweet. You’ll be eaten like a steak by the dogs of the world! I appreciate the offer, but for now, let’s see how you rank to me on our way back to campus, ‘kay?” Playfully, she booped him on the nose with her finger. She opened her phone but scowled when she saw her power was done. She should buy a portable charger at the mall and keep it on her all the time for incidents like this. ”Call the director and let them know we are coming. Maybe they could, like, come and pick us up here? I am sooooo over walking.”

Shyanne was busy clacking on her phone, trying to get it to come to life even though it was futile. She was ignoring Harry completely until she heard his tone of voice... that did not sound relieved. She whirled around, narrowing her brown eyes dangerously at Harry. ”What? Did you just say something bad?! Because if we are in trouble this is so all your fault.”

”Woah woah WOAH. They LEFT US?!” Shyanne shrieked. How the hell wasn’t this idiot concerned about this?! And her phone was dead too! She couldn’t call them herself to demand they turn around. They were only high school students! How could the director just leave without them?! And when her father heard about this whichever sorry teacher put on this trip was so going to be fired. ”This is ridiculous! They think that they can just leave?! What if we didn’t have money to get back or eat or get a hotel or survive?!”

Shyanne tuned accusingly towards Harry. ”You’re way too happy. Was this some plot to get me alone? I know you like me.”

”Coming back when?! They can’t seriously just leave us in the city! I am so calling my daddy about this! UGH!” Shyanne threw her arms up in the air in protest. How dare that stupid director leave them here? He didn’t even offer to pay for any accommodations!

She turned towards Harry, then, and rolled her eyes. ”Whatever. The director better reimburse me for my room. Where’s the nearest hotel? It better not suck.”

”Helloooo, isn’t that dead?” Shyanne growled over at Harry. And when he mentioned the weather and groaned and stared at the sky. Of course it was going to rain! Ugh no, she was not going to get her things wet! She ran forward, expecting Harry to follow her, as drops of precipitation started to land on her neck. Crap...

She entered the hotel, which was nice looking on the inside. As rain started to get heavier outside the window, Shyanne glared behind her at Harry, ”I can’t believe this. Call the director back so I can yell at him!”

Shyanne narrowed her eyes accusingly over at Harry’s comments.

”Unlike you, I know what I need. Now go buy the rooms! One for me one for you, because as sweet as I’m sure you are, I am not sharing a hotel with a man. Here.” She threw her credit card at Harry to pay for the rooms, or at least hers if he decided to pay for his own, and then she took his phone and hit redial.

Sure enough the trip director answered, and Shyanne didn’t even say hello before she got angry. How could they leave her and Harry alone in the city, she asked?! The director said that they would be reimbursed for their stay at any hotel in the area, and that they would be picked up in the morning because the rain was going to turn into a huge, dangerous storm that night. Shyanne couldn’t say anything more because the director had to go, but she did inform him her father would be hearing about this before she hung up and stormed over to Harry, grabbing a pen to sign for her credit card. ”Where’s the receipt? I need it so that I can get my money back.”

She gave Harry his phone back and snatched the portable charger, which would need to charge up before she could use it, anyway. She groaned to herself.

Shyanne snatched her card back from Harry, glanced at the receptionist at the desk and got her key, and then glared over at Harry.

”What? Just give me the charger for my room! Why do you need it? Your crap is all charged, anyway!” Shyanne snapped, following him to the elevator.

”Because I need a phone? To call my dad? Like, duh.” Shyanne said. Unfortunately Harry’s condition for using his charger was staying in his room so she followed him into his room for now, plugging the charger into the wall and then her phone into the jack. She waited for her phone to come back to life as she sat on the bed and shifted through her bags. So many cute clothes! Nothing better have gotten wrinkled when Harry carried it.

”Ugh, I hate when phone take forever to come back to life when you plug them in!” She flopped backward on the bed and stared at the ceiling. ”What time tomorrow are they going to pick us up?”