Chapter TWO: Boy Meets Girl
I settled myself in one of the economy class passenger seats and made myself comfortable. We were finally heading off to the Bahamas today. The squad is more than excited as we were planning on two things: one, winning the competition and two; have as MUCH fun as possible.
Cameron who sat on my right had on a sour expression as she flipped through her magazine in annoyance. She has been like that since three days ago when she found out her hunk, quarterback boyfriend, Sean Symon, had been cheating on her with her all time enemy Melanie Brooks. I can't believe that guy…such a jackass, especially when he has a perfect girlfriend right in front of him.
"Angel…You're going to drill a hole through the magazine with that look," I commented, but only to realize Cameron's grip on the magazine tightened. It took me back a little as my eyes widened in caution… She's not going to kill me…Is she?
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Cameron screamed while crumpling the magazine up and threw it onto the floor. Valerie; who sat on the left of me and my eyes budged out as we sat frozen in our seats. Everyone surrounding us stopped whatever they were doing or saying and looked our way.
"How could he do this to me?" Cameron questions as her hurt eyes drilled into my cowering ones.
"Well…He's a jerk anyway Angel, he's not worth your anger!" I retorted back, almost stuttering…I didn't really know what to do in this situation. I've never been in such a serious relationship like Cameron and Sean's; the most I had were a few flings.
"But why? Why of all people that b*tch!" She hollered.
"Come on girlfriend, stop racking your brain on dumb sh—"
"You three settle down, "demands Coach Paulette, her orange BHHS Normans cap shaded over her slim face as she passed by us, counting our squad.
"What I'm trying to say is, come on! Forget about him! We're going to the Bahamas and what do we have on beaches and hot weathers?" Valerie whispers, but her face still gleamed with enthusiasm, "HOT GUYS." She emphasized, Cameron and I gave each other a questioning look.
Cameron rolled her eyes and probably wondered why she hadn't already guessed what Valerie would've been thinking about.
"Passengers, this is your pilot, we are about to take off…Please fasten your seat belts and enjoy your ride."
"Guess we're taking off guys…We're that much closer to hot guys." Valerie grins as she lies back in her seat.
I sighed and patted Cameron on the shoulder, "Hey Angel, ignore Val she's only pulling on your leg," I grinned and lifted my cheer bracelet dangling on my wrist to her eyesight level, "We should put our heart and soul into winning the championship, ignore that jackass…He's not worth it and besides, he's going to regret it once you arrive back at Bev Hills with the cheer cup, you know… for loosing such an awesome girlfriend."
For once in three days Cameron's frown slowly upturned into a small smile, "You're right Evelynn I shouldn't let that piece of garbage stop me from letting us win the cheer cup…Thanks." Cameron wrapped her arms over me and gave me a sisterly hug.
"What…? No hug for me?" Valerie asks in a baby voice and pouts.
Cameron narrows her eyes jokingly, "No hugs for you now, you'll have to earn it back."
"Aw…Angel, be nice." Valerie whined and laid her head on my shoulder in fake sobs.
The three of us gave each other blank looks before bursting out into laughter.
"You three in the front, BE QUIET!"
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Landing in such a beautiful place gave me such a great feeling. The sun shone brightly and emitted a very welcoming feeling as the slight breeze greets us by messing with our hair. It felt wonderful!
"Hey you know, I heard that Justin Bieber is holding two concerts here!" Valerie excitedly exclaims, as soon as we got off the plane.
"You HEARD or did you research yourself?" Cameron asks, swinging her Nike duffel bag over her shoulder and pulls her carry-on behind her.
"Justin Bieber?" I asked…It sounded familiar, but I wasn't exactly sure who it was…Someone with brown hair came into mind though.
"Yah you know, brown hair, 16, cute, youtube gone famous, sings darn good…" Valerie lists, obviously ignoring Cameron.
The image of what Valerie described assembled in my mind and my mouth formed into an 'O' shape, "Ohhhh, you mean, 'Baby Baby Baby Ohhhh'?"
"Yah, except his name isn't 'Baby Baby Baby Ohhh' it's Justin Bieber, Eve." She responds with an edge, hinting that she wasn't happy with my answer.
"Well I'm sorry Val, you know I only like Chace Crawford and Orlando Bloom." I replied with a laugh as we stepped into the Cove Atlantis.
Valerie sighed and a dreamy look bloomed onto her face, "You have GOT to see the world my poor child, in this world there isn't just Chace Crawford and Orlando Bloom…There is also Justin Bieber."
Cameron and I shot each other a look and shook our heads.
As we got to the front desk, following behind our coach I observed around me to notice other squads also swarming in, into the hotel. They all looked quite intimidating and for a second… I doubted us winning the Cheer Cup.
Then I felt a hand on my shoulder and it made me tilt my head up a bit (She is a little taller than Valerie and I) to see Cameron with a victorious smirk on her glossy lips, "We're going to kick their S-K-A-N-K-Y asses, girlfriend."
I laughed and nodded in suite, "After you say that we are, how can I possibly say no?"
"Come on Angel, come on Eve! Let's go to our room!" Valerie hollered excitedly.
We bolted excitedly to the 18th floor, laughing and joking along the way. As soon as we got into our suite we claimed beds; Valerie and I having to share a bed, since Cameron is quite violent in her sleep. It wasn't a big deal though the beds were both big and spacious.
For the time being the three of us rummaged through our luggage to find something to change into…As sweats and zip-ups won't do in this weather.
I changed into a pair of orange Juicy dolphin shorts, a white graphic print Hollister T-shirt and a pair of matching flip-flops. I also tied my hair into a nice ponytail and pinned my stray bangs up with bobby pins.
Just when I was done dressing myself in more comfortable attire, Cameron's voice yelled out from the washroom.
"Hey Valerie or Evelynn can one of you go down to the lobby to report to Coach Paulette which room we're in and she said to get a schedule from her."
I notice Valerie struggling into her sundress; presumably worn to impress some 'hot guys', so I decided to go and replied Cameron, "I'll go Angel, Val's still changing."
—And after I heard a loud 'thanks', I ran out the door.
When I got down to the lobby, there were many other All-star cheer squads still checking in, but only catching a glimpse of them I pushed them aside and my eyes wandered to find Coach Paulette. However, I couldn't see her and instead I laid eyes on a spot where a lot of squealing came from. Among the crowd of jumpy girls I caught the sight of a blotch of surfer brown hair as the owner of it flipped it with a cheeky grin on his face.
"That's…That's Justin Bieber," I mumbled to myself as I observed him and the girls giving each other flirty gestures. I was going to keep neutral views on the teen star, but after I saw his behavior towards the girls I rolled my eyes.
Who cares about him? I'm going to find Coach Paulette.
Just when I thought I missed it, beside the crowd of flirts, Paulette stood in a corner with a clipboard in her hand and her fiery red hair almost instantly catching my eyes.
In my mind I mentally called myself a dummy for not being able to notice Paulette's noticeable tresses, before sprinting over towards our cheer squad coach.
"Hey Paulette, Cameron told me to come down to report to you." I said with my hands on my hips and a grin smacked onto my lips.
"Hey Evelynn, I heard from the other girls which room the three of you were staying in already," She smiled and handed me a piece of A-4 paper, "Here take a schedule and tell the other two, tomorrow morning 8:30 AM we're meeting up to go over the routines."
"Right!" I said while glancing over the schedule. It was pretty loose: breakfast, practice, lunch, practice and dinner tomorrow…I guess it was meant for us to relax before the opening of the competition, the day after, "Hey thanks coach, catch'ya later!" I waved and ran towards the elevator.
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"Hey have any of you seen my lucky briefs?" I asked frantically as I rummaged through my belongings.
There is two hours before dinner starts and we were just lazing around, well, everyone except me…I can't find my Spankies! How am I supposed to perform in the competition then?
"Come on Eve! Find your briefs later…I say lets go down to the pool!" yelled Valerie in excitement as she pulled a tank top over her floral Hollister bikini. They were all set to go, Cameron in a white beaded Hollister bikini.
"Nah, you guys go first, I'll meet you up in a while!" I replied, still going through my stuff like a crazy woman.
"Are you sure?" asks Cameron as she pulled on some BHHS capris sweats over her bathing suit bottom.
"Yah! Just go, I won't get lost!"
Cameron and Valerie laughed as they walked towards the door, "Ok then! See ya later!"
After they left, I continued to dig my way through the contents of the room. I searched in the washroom…Nope, no lucky briefs. I searched the couch…Nope no lucky briefs.
Where could've I put it?
I groaned in anger and sprawled on the floor. The thoughts of me going into the competition without briefs on scared the heck out of me, however going into the competition without my LUCKY briefs scared me even more…
What if I become the reason BHHS Normans don't win the national cheer championship?
If that ever happened, I'd curl up in a ball and hope I disappear…I couldn't let that happen!
As I continued to roll around in frustration, I noticed a piece of clothing under the queen size bed. My eyes widened as I jolted up in excitement and screamed.
My LORD! It's my spankies!
In one swift movement I quickly pulled my lucky briefs from under the bed and pulled it into my arms with a big hug as if it was my long lost lover. Oh how very happy I am to see my lucky briefs!
Making sure to put my briefs neatly back into my suitcase I decided it is finally time to go and relax…I had enough worrying for one day.
I pulled my baby pink juicy bikini with "JUICY" lettering on the bottom, out of my suit case and speedily put it on (Yes I like Juicy a lot ), my clothes that I had on previously also followed suite in one quick motion. Not wanting to waste any more time, I grabbed the room key and raced out the door.
Once out the door I traveled towards the elevator to see it just about to close…
"Wait!" I yelled, running towards the closing door and just when I thought the door would close on me a hand from inside the elevator stopped it to let me successfully slip in.
"Thanks!" I said with a small smile and turned around to check out who the nice person is…
There stood in front of me; big doe brown eyes, nicely swept brown hair and a cheeky grin,
JUSTIN BIEBER.
"Hey shawty," He said, his grin not leaving his lips once.
I could feel my smile slowly disappear as I thought of him flirting with the girls in the lobby. He is a player I told myself…A teen pop star who thinks he can have anything and anyone.
I didn't want to be a person who judges, but what I saw so far so happens to be nothing good. In addition, his player attitude just reminds me of the jackass that cheated on Angel. Infuriating…
I huffed, shot him a look and then crossed my arms over my chest.
To my annoyance he was still smiling.
"Which floor, shawty?" He asked considerately; ready to help me press the button.
However I reminded myself I'm not going to fall for that…Must be some kind of player move.
"Lobby," I bluntly replied.
"Me too."
Does it look like I care?
From the corner of my eyes I saw him lean comfortably on the side opposite of me. He glanced at me once so often which made me shift from my position uncomfortably…It wasn't like the way he looks at me was dirty (which took me by surprise), in fact only curiosity brimmed in his pools of chocolate wonders, innocent and sweet in fact.
What a weird guy. I thought in my mind as the corner of my lips twitched and I pulled a strand of hair behind my right ear.
"So…Are you going to come to my concert?" He asks suddenly. I looked up to meet his eyes, but as soon as a smile bloomed upon his lips I quickly looked away and pretended not to notice him.
"No," I returned a short answer. Why can't he just leave me alone?
…And what makes him think I'm going to his concert?
"Oh…" A disappointed expression crossed his pretty boy face, "Then, you here on vacation?"
"Sort of…" I trailed off as soon as I saw the 'L' appear on the screen.
1…2…3…
"Ding!" And the elevator door opened.
"Hope to see you around, shawty." He said as soon as we stepped out of the elevator.
This time I turned around to face him; enough to notice that he was a little taller than me and he has a smile that is quite charming. I mentally shook my head and thought about what a big mistake God made to pack this player up in such a perfect little package.
"I'm not your shawty, go find someone else to 'shawty' Mr. Bieber." I sighed while shaking my head with an uninterested stricken expression. It wasn't that his charm didn't evict my interest, but I really didn't want to be involved with this pop star, especially when I already have such a vivid impression on him as a no-good-player.
If only he isn't such a flirt, or for the matter, if only he isn't a pop star, I'd probably like the way he acted so friendly.
Before he can say anything else I quickly escaped from the lobby to the beautiful outside, just in time to witness a beautiful sunset. How nice it is here…It pulled me into amazement to have the beauty of the Bahamas strike me again.
I sighed, paradise…
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