CHAPTER 14

After raiding the mini-bar in our room of everything that I could stomach, I sat down on the corner of the king size bed that I'd be later sharing with Charlie, and slowly began to open the tiny bottles of liquor, one at a time.
"Did he see you?", She questioned as she tiptoed around the room, hanging up clothes that she'd brought for the journey, not being fussy on where to position a coat hanger.
"I don't know", I answered, solemnly. The fact he'd showed up again so unexpectedly completely freaked me out, and only made me more aware of the fact that he could show up again. I grew ever increasingly eager to open the first bottle as I continued to think about the situation, possibilities of what could happen or what might happen just pumping through my mind. Would I be able to go home without anyone noticing? Could I get away with locking myself in my room for the next two days? What if Jordan finds out?

The unbearable thought of Jordan knowing only pushed me over the edge in terms of drinking the first bottle of alcohol. With the cap already unscrewed, I looked at the name of the liquid inside before throwing it back. Southern Comfort was usually something I drank with a mixer, and had never tasted it straight. When the liquid burned the back of my throat, and my stomach focused on not vomiting in disagreement, I soon regretted the option.
"Don't let it ruin things for you though, Cass", Charlie assured me as I unscrewed a small bottle of vodka. I hadn't touched vodka since I was thirteen years old. Maybe I was too young to be touching alcohol, but after drinking a full bottle of vodka straight I never went near the stuff again.

I was starting to question whether it was a good idea; I'd only feel incredibly sick and be reminded of that stupid night which was controlled by my adolescence.
"And you know if Jordan finds out… so what, y'know? You can't change the past", Nice one, Charlie. It was just what I needed to kick me over the edge yet again, quickly unfastening the vodka bottle and throwing back the crystal clear liquid.

"I really like him, though", What?
"And if he's worth it, it'll all be brushed under the carpet. No?", Charlie nodded as she bounced onto the bed beside me, the mini plastic bottles clashing together as the mattress moved.

Quickly clasping a handful of mini-bottles, I shoved them into my cream leather bag before hurriedly getting to my feet.
"I need to do something..", I insisted as I pushed my feet into my greypumps before hanging the bag onto my shoulders, "I'll tell you when I get back".
"Right… I'd ask, but I have the feeling if I do, you'll probably ignore me and go anyway?", Charlie was intuitive, I give her that.

Simply nodding in her direction, I set off out of the door, pulling it closed behind me. I didn't really know where I was going, or why. I just felt I had to be somewhere else other than couped up in that hotel room with Charlie and my thoughts.

I headed to the stairs, clambering up two steps at a time until I reached the floor above knowing it was where the team was located. Voices and music filled my ears as I opened the door that lead to the floor, my eyes falling to countless doors that were open and multiple men stood out in the corridor and going into different rooms, all wearing the same clothing. At that point, I didn't regret throwing back the two bottles of alcohol, knowing that confidence would have been low had I have attempted it sober.

I recognized multiple faces as I tiptoed down the corridor; Pepe stood in the doorway of what seemed to be his and Dirk's room, Stewie's laughter filling the hall as I walked past an open door that I presumed was his and Andy's room before reaching a completely empty room with a door wide open. I had managed to get passed all four guys without a single one of them noticing me. Or so I thought.

"Guapa?", His thick Spanish accent stopped me in my tracks. Turning instantly to see a cheerful Pepe Reina staring at me, whilst approaching me fast.
"Hello", I didn't know how to react, so going with my instincts I basically greeted the guy.
"I take it you're looking for Jordan?", Pepe questioned as he lent against the wall, his thick frame bulging through the red t-shirt he was acquiring as he folded his arms.

I nodded in response before almost mimicking his movement; crossing my arms over my chest tightly.
"I believe he's in the shower, senora!", He grinned as he pointed into the room that we were stood outside, the door still wide open.
"Gracias", I hadn't spoke a single word of Spanish since my last year of high school, and even then I found it hard to remember it. Pepe seemed to appreciate the gesture as he threw a wink my way before turning to head back to his original starting point.

Swiftly moving into the opening of Jordan's room, I stood as I pulled out yet another mini-bottle of vodka. I, again, wasted no time in throwing it back before dropping the empty bottle into the small, square bin beside the dresser. My ears pricked up at the sound of water splashing against a hard surface, the door to my left shut as I presumed Jordan was the one occupying it. I looked around the room for a second; only one king sized bed occupying the room, something I found odd as all the others had two.

Abruptly turning to the door, I raised my left hand and knocked a few times. There was no way in hell that I would have done that without a little help from my friends, Soco and Smirnoff. The door unlocked almost immediately as Jordan's soaking wet face appeared round the door. His face instantly lit up at the sight of me, his hand reaching round to wipe away the droplets of water that were gushing down his face.

Without saying a word, he disappeared for a second, letting the door fall open, my eyes only managing to catch him as he fastened a white towel around his waist. I forced my eyes away for a second, before letting them fall back to his torso. I bit down hard on my bottom lip, clenching my thighs together in an attempt to battle my sexual frustration.

He turned around, turning the shower off abruptly before leaving the bathroom. My eyes stayed fixated on him the entire time, glaring at the droplets of water that slowly fell down his back, almost jealous that I wasn't able to do that myself.
"Do you need the toilet, Cass?", My eyes shot from his torso to his face, his hair still styled in the same way as always, only with water.
"I.. I.. what?", I brought myself back down to earth again, glaring into his eyes.
"The way you're stood.. It's free to u-", I felt painfully awkward as I interrupted him talking.
"No, no. I just… right", I stood and thought for a second; what the hell was I even doing there?, "I don't even know why I'm here".