trip gone wrong (610 views)

Shyanne hummed in response and continued to stare at her charging phone, which was still dead. She couldn’t believe they left. They should have waited – wasn’t this why they had given the counselors their numbers! Well... not that her phone had been working. And it wasn’t like she’d actually gotten to the bus on time. But still! They were a really crappy organization for not waiting. She drummed her finger on the screen, which was still not coming to life... what the actual hell was this?

She didn’t expect for Harry to speak to her and she sat up on the bed, turning to look at him dangerously. He just mentioned Brad? What the heck did he bring that jerk up for!

”I do not still like him.” Shyanne said, huffing, as she saw the apple logo appear on her iPhone. Still, it hadn’t booted up yet. ”He’s a cheating jerk, who just says all this crap to get me to sleep with him. I don’t care about him. At all.”

She thought back to when he had gotten beaten up for her and her gaze softened slightly as she stared at her phone. No. He didn’t care. She swallowed a lump in her throat before she overdramatically groaned and looked at him. ”Why do you care? You want to be my therapist now?”

”We are not friends.” Shyanne said, looking over at Harry as he smiled at her. The guy was too sweet. Like liquid sugar. It was giving her teeth cavities the more she sat beside him. She narrowed her eyes at his concern, too. Was he friends with Brad now or something? But, no, he seemed to be trash talking him. Shyanne sighed and realized this guy must just really have it for her and gave him a smile, as though she appreciated the concern.

”What does that even mean, Harry?” She asked, not looking away from him. Instead, her brows were quirked up in consideration. ”Of course everything will go well. It’s my life. Duh.”

"Yeah, sure. But that crowded bus would be leading us home! Not leave us in here! UGH!" Shyanne groaned and rolled to her side to look through Instagram on her phone. She heard Harry on the phone with his dad. Could that guy not, like, go outside to take his phone call? She didn't want to hear that. She liked someone's picture. Her own phone call would wait until her battery was at least at fifty. She waited for Harry to get off the phone as she absently scrolled.

Shyanne raised her eyebrow over at Harry.

"Room service? Uhm, DUH. How am I supposed to eat? Am I supposed to eat these stupid mints?" Shyanne picked up the complimentary mints on the pillow and dropped them back on the pillow. Who knew what brand these were? So gross. "I want the menu. The school's gotta pay for this trip so obviously I'm going to buy the most expensive thing."

Shyanne didn’t look at Harry and just took the menu, scowering it with her eyes, chewing the inside of her cheek as she decided what to get. ”I’ll have a soup. The chicken noodle. Are you gonna order it or do I have to?”

She flopped the menu between the on the bed. ”And are you getting a drink, too?”