For the second time that day, my clique found ourselves in the Ritz-Carlton's powder room. This time we weren't doing a touch-up. It was time for Autumn Brooks to learn an important lesson.
After we checked to make sure all the stalls were empty and that no one was eavesdropping at the door, Mia and I took turns filling them in.
Even Payton was outraged. "She said to your face that she was going to steal your boyfriend!"
I nodded. "She's gone too far. That's why we're going to teach her a lesson." Quietly, I told them the plan.
We left the powder room, but to our shock and dismay, the lobby was empty.
"Where is everyone?" Payton asked.
"Kallie, call Julian," I ordered the redheaded girl. "Ask where he is."
Kallie nodded, pulling out her cell phone.
"Julian said he's in a taxi. He's with Autumn and Wes, and they're going to an art gallery," Kallie reported. Her face fell.
Inside, I was seething. While we were busy plotting in the powder room, Autumn had took our boyfriends and made them go with her. After she had ruined my sweater and my morning, spoke rudely to Payton, hijacked our suite, and manipulated Julian and Wes into carrying her small, lightweight luggage.
But outside, my face never left it's collected, complacent expression. Calmly, I walked over to a chaise lounge and sat, crossing my legs. My friends surrounded me, waiting for me to speak.
"We're not going to play hide-and-seek with the boys. We're in New York, and I'm not going to spend my precious vacation time in some stupid hipster art gallery. Instead, we'll make them come to us." A wicked smile bloomed on my face as I thought of what I was going to do next. Mia took one look at me and caught on.
"You don't mean…?" She inquired, smirking.
"Yes. We're going to find ourselves some new guys… or at least make it seem like we have. Kallie, watch and learn."
