Sorry this took so long, I have been ridiculously busy and then my heart fell away from writing this story... but I'm back! The problem is that I'm not sure how this story is going to end, so I've been putting it off. I have an idea now though, so probably a couple more chapters left in this one. Enjoy!
EDIT: oops I left out a part where Marisol finds Eddie's shirt, now her mentioning it is added to the story
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Ch. 7 Eavesdropping
As the elevator slowly grinded up to the floor where all the SSX boarders were staying, Elise found her stomach tightening. She knew that she had to talk to Eddie after the awkward ending they had last night. Elise felt bad that he had feelings for her that she could not return, but it was not her fault that she did not feel the same… well not completely her fault. She did admit that she had led him on a bit, but she just liked his company. He always made her laugh and they could just hang out and relax around each other. She didn't love him; she loved spending time with him. She wasn't exactly sure what she would try to accomplish talking to him, but Elise knew that she couldn't just leave things up in the air and awkward like they were.
When the elevator reached the floor Elise quickly got out and made her way to Eddie's room. She took a moment to compose herself before knocking on the door. No answer. Elise tried again and again but there was still no answer. Perhaps he was avoiding her? She put her ear up to the door, but there was not a sound to be heard inside. She thought maybe he really wasn't there. Shrugging she decided to just scan the hotel to see if he was anywhere around. He couldn't avoid her forever.
Elise walked hurriedly down the corridor when a sound coming from a nearby room made her suddenly stopped in her tracks. The noise of someone crying could be heard coming from the door that stood ajar next to the blond. Tip-toeing quietly to the door Elise put her ear near the crack and listened closely. Sure enough there was the sound of sobbing coming from the room, but accompanying it was a familiar voice trying to comfort the sobbing voice.
"C'mon now sister, it cannot be all that bad." Immediately Elise recognized the voice; it was Seeiah, which means the crying voice had to belong to…
"NOT THAT BAD! Are you kidding me chica?! This is the worst thing that could happen to me!"
Now Elise was elated. Something terrible had happened to Marisol, and Elise would be lucky enough to hear it. She held her breath in anticipation.
"Well then why did you do it?"
"Man I don't know, I was drunk out of my mind! We both were. If stupid JP wasn't such a pig than this would have never happened, that hijo de puta."
"I can't believe you even remember sleeping with him, I mean you downed a bunch of beers at the bar and then helped down a bottle of tequila with him."
"I didn't remember, just flashes really. I found his shirt this morning under the bed when I woke up."
Seeiah spoke again to break the silence. "Well you know it's not bad if no one hears about it. I mean he might not even tell anyone, and if he doesn't than it's only the three of us who know—"
"Ha as if! You know this place, word travels fast and no one can keep a secret. Everyone will hear about it… oh god even JP will hear about! Everyone is going to find out that I slept with Eddie fucking Wachowski!"
If Seeiah and Marisol said anything after that Elise did not hear it. The sound of her heart beating was pounding in her ears and her breathing became labored. Eddie slept with Marisol, the whore of the tour? How could this be? Even if he was dead drunk Eddie would have more sense and taste to sleep with a slut like Marisol. At first she didn't believe it, that maybe it was some sort of joke on her, but no one knew she was listening in and Elise knew that if Marisol did sleep with Eddie she probably would be crying like that.
Elise didn't remember walking away from Marisol's door, but she somehow found herself in her own hotel room and she sat down on the edge of her bed. She felt light headed and everything seemed to be spinning. Just a day ago everything seemed to be going well, but now this? It was at this moment that she knew she needed to talk to Eddie, about last night, about his slut, everything. Taking a few deep breaths to steady herself she headed out of her room to scour the hotel for the redhead once again.
