Chapter 4

We pulled out onto the motorway; James virtually ate all the biscuits.

"You hungry?" I said looking at him.

"Yeah we should have waited till evening to go"

"Why didn't we wait then?"

We were driving down the motorway quite fast

"Well I..." it was if he was speechless.

He just turned up the Volume of the CD player, I never noticed while we were driving probably because I was talking James but it was Paramore.

I just looked at him and smiled. He smiled back at me and changed it to the next song which was That's What You Get.

"Paramore?"

"How'd you know?"

"I like them too you know" I replied laughing a little

"Ok then we should go see a concert or something when there close" then he started to sing the first verse "No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore. It's your turn, so take a seat we're settling the final score. And why do we like to hurt, so much?"

I decided to interrupt him "James, why didn't we leave in the evening?"

He looked at me and said "they would look for us as soon as school finished so we had to go now."

"Ok then"

We drove for quite a while until we both needed the toilet and we really needed some sleep by now, we saw a hotel sign but the exit wasn't until another half a mile.

We finally reached the slip road to the hotel it was lit up quite brightly even though it is only just starting getting dark, I looked at the time and it was about half drove to the car park and parked near the front door. James got out the gym bag and his guitar; I got out too and followed behind him in the front door to the reception.

The lady on the reception desk smiled as she saw him and his guitar

Oh my gosh...guitarist... hope he is single

I saw James shift slightly and he turned around to me and grinned "could you hold my guitar please Megan" he held out his guitar to me.

"Yeah, sure" I took his guitar from him and stared at the receptionist I could see her name was Amy. She just smiled at me

He could do better than her...

"Hello Amy" I heard James say beside me in a tone that was pleasant but warning coming out a little.

She replied just as happy as her thoughts "hello, how can help you?"

I looked at James and he nodded to let me speak, I spoke politely as I could but I still sounded irritated "hi, can we have a room for tonight please?"

"Could I have you names please?"

James spoke again "James Haze"

"Ok" she smiled as she typed it into the computer "1 or 2 beds?"

"2"

She typed it in "ok, card or cash?"

James pulled out his credit card and gave it her to put it in the machine, she swiped it and gave it back to James with the key to our room and pointed the way.

What is her problem...?