Chapter 12: Still Stuck With the Problem
Wednesday morning went as I expected it to. I was late for class, warned by the professor, and given a shit load of homework. To make matters worse, I have drama problems (mainly with Nathan) and I didn't even get my daily caffeine boost! Ok, enough of my complaining. I have to find a way to relax. Hmm... maybe Brooke knows how...
I rummage through my handbag and grabbed my cell phone and called Brooke and Peyton's place. Brooke answered.
"Hello..." she groggily answered the phone.
"Brooke, it's like 11 o'clock. Shouldn't you be up by now?"
"Aww... fuck off Haley, I'm tired... I'll call you later."
"No! Brooke I need your help!"
"With what?"
"To relax... Do you know any places where I can just... well forget about everything?"
There was silence on the other line. Then a loud squeal. I guess she's awake now.
"O my God Haley! We are so going to a spa!" Then I heard her yell at Peyton to get up.
"Hold on, Miss Quirky & Perky, what spa? Where is it? How much?" I asked her.
"O Haley, you worry way too much. I'll just put it on my daddy's credit. This is going to be sooooo fun. Meet us at our place in like 10 minutes. Bring a hot swimsuit," she blabbered.
"Wait, where do you live?" I asked still shocked by her sudden perkiness. She gave me the address and I swiftly wrote it down. After we hanged up, I dialed Cheyenne. I forgot about her date with Lucas last night and the curiosity was burrowing deep into my mind. I had to know.
"Hello," answered Cheyenne.
"It's me."
"O it's you... mind telling me who exactly?"
"O God Cheyenne, who else ever calls you?"
"Alright Haley, what do you want?"
"Well, I just got off the phone with a friend and we're going to a spa. Wanna come?"
"Can't. Big Lucas plans."
"O yeah, I wanted to ask you about that," I said casually. Cheyenne never told me about her boy toy adventures, but I was hoping that she'd tell me just this once.
"I knew you'd ask about it. Well, since he's your best friend, I'll tell you. It went wonderful. He was so romantic and took me to a restaurant on a boat. Then we went to a park and counted the stars. He's so amazing."
"Awww... my lil Lukie is a romantic."
"Hey! Don't tell him I told you."
"Don't worry, he'll probably tell me anyways... so what's the verdict?"
"Well on a 10 point scale, he's a 10."
"Oooo... I thought a perfect 10 was an unattainable feat, but it seems lil Lukie reached it."
"O did he reach it!"
"Ok, there's gotta be a rule for talking about this new budding relationship. And that there will be no sex talk!"
"O but he reached it in so many ways!"
"Ewwww, Cheyenne, he's like a brother and that's just gross."
"Alrighty, no sex talk... O Lucas wants to talk to you."
"He's with you?"
"Duh..." I heard her hand the phone to Lucas.
"Haley?" asked a confused Lucas.
"Yes Lucas?"
"I want to talk to you. Can we have lunch tomorrow? There's some stuff that we need to discuss."
"Yeah, I know... Be at my dorm tomorrow to pick me up at 1, ok?"
"Ok... o and don't tell Cheyenne about the rest of my nicknames, pleeeaseee..."
"Well, it depends on how good the lunch is? See ya lil Lukie!"
"Bye Hoochie Hales."
We hanged up and I slipped my cell back into my bag. I rushed back to my dorm and grabbed a red bikini. I stole Cheyenne's car keys and hopped into her mustang.
The car smelled of her patented perfume mixed with the aroma of pine cones. There were pizza boxes, soda cans, lunch bags, and candy wrappers lining the car's floor. I lightly laughed at my friend's messiness. She wasn't a neat freak, that was for sure. I started the car and drove off towards the borough of Boston.
When I had finally found Peyton and Brooke's place, I saw them near a café. They noticed me waiting and slid into the car. Peyton turned on the punk rock music as Brooke stuffed ear plugs into her ears.
Once we had reached La Beau Vous Spa, we entered the lobby. Each of us were given the Maximum Beauté Relâcher Treatment. We marinated in mud, got massaged on hot rocks, were masked with avocado, and steamed like clams. We entertained ourselves by watching chick flicks, eating chocolate-covered strawberries, and babbling about our latest problems. Of courses, I could see that Brooke and Peyton really wanted to talk about Nathan, but I masterly avoided that subject.
When the evening had come and I had dropped off Brooke and Peyton, I began to realize something. I had just avoided the Nathan problem. I hadn't solved it. Now that I was alone, it was gnawing away at my insides and racking my brain with more issues.
I have to face Nathan. The sooner, the better.
Wednesday morning went as I expected it to. I was late for class, warned by the professor, and given a shit load of homework. To make matters worse, I have drama problems (mainly with Nathan) and I didn't even get my daily caffeine boost! Ok, enough of my complaining. I have to find a way to relax. Hmm... maybe Brooke knows how...
I rummage through my handbag and grabbed my cell phone and called Brooke and Peyton's place. Brooke answered.
"Hello..." she groggily answered the phone.
"Brooke, it's like 11 o'clock. Shouldn't you be up by now?"
"Aww... fuck off Haley, I'm tired... I'll call you later."
"No! Brooke I need your help!"
"With what?"
"To relax... Do you know any places where I can just... well forget about everything?"
There was silence on the other line. Then a loud squeal. I guess she's awake now.
"O my God Haley! We are so going to a spa!" Then I heard her yell at Peyton to get up.
"Hold on, Miss Quirky & Perky, what spa? Where is it? How much?" I asked her.
"O Haley, you worry way too much. I'll just put it on my daddy's credit. This is going to be sooooo fun. Meet us at our place in like 10 minutes. Bring a hot swimsuit," she blabbered.
"Wait, where do you live?" I asked still shocked by her sudden perkiness. She gave me the address and I swiftly wrote it down. After we hanged up, I dialed Cheyenne. I forgot about her date with Lucas last night and the curiosity was burrowing deep into my mind. I had to know.
"Hello," answered Cheyenne.
"It's me."
"O it's you... mind telling me who exactly?"
"O God Cheyenne, who else ever calls you?"
"Alright Haley, what do you want?"
"Well, I just got off the phone with a friend and we're going to a spa. Wanna come?"
"Can't. Big Lucas plans."
"O yeah, I wanted to ask you about that," I said casually. Cheyenne never told me about her boy toy adventures, but I was hoping that she'd tell me just this once.
"I knew you'd ask about it. Well, since he's your best friend, I'll tell you. It went wonderful. He was so romantic and took me to a restaurant on a boat. Then we went to a park and counted the stars. He's so amazing."
"Awww... my lil Lukie is a romantic."
"Hey! Don't tell him I told you."
"Don't worry, he'll probably tell me anyways... so what's the verdict?"
"Well on a 10 point scale, he's a 10."
"Oooo... I thought a perfect 10 was an unattainable feat, but it seems lil Lukie reached it."
"O did he reach it!"
"Ok, there's gotta be a rule for talking about this new budding relationship. And that there will be no sex talk!"
"O but he reached it in so many ways!"
"Ewwww, Cheyenne, he's like a brother and that's just gross."
"Alrighty, no sex talk... O Lucas wants to talk to you."
"He's with you?"
"Duh..." I heard her hand the phone to Lucas.
"Haley?" asked a confused Lucas.
"Yes Lucas?"
"I want to talk to you. Can we have lunch tomorrow? There's some stuff that we need to discuss."
"Yeah, I know... Be at my dorm tomorrow to pick me up at 1, ok?"
"Ok... o and don't tell Cheyenne about the rest of my nicknames, pleeeaseee..."
"Well, it depends on how good the lunch is? See ya lil Lukie!"
"Bye Hoochie Hales."
We hanged up and I slipped my cell back into my bag. I rushed back to my dorm and grabbed a red bikini. I stole Cheyenne's car keys and hopped into her mustang.
The car smelled of her patented perfume mixed with the aroma of pine cones. There were pizza boxes, soda cans, lunch bags, and candy wrappers lining the car's floor. I lightly laughed at my friend's messiness. She wasn't a neat freak, that was for sure. I started the car and drove off towards the borough of Boston.
When I had finally found Peyton and Brooke's place, I saw them near a café. They noticed me waiting and slid into the car. Peyton turned on the punk rock music as Brooke stuffed ear plugs into her ears.
Once we had reached La Beau Vous Spa, we entered the lobby. Each of us were given the Maximum Beauté Relâcher Treatment. We marinated in mud, got massaged on hot rocks, were masked with avocado, and steamed like clams. We entertained ourselves by watching chick flicks, eating chocolate-covered strawberries, and babbling about our latest problems. Of courses, I could see that Brooke and Peyton really wanted to talk about Nathan, but I masterly avoided that subject.
When the evening had come and I had dropped off Brooke and Peyton, I began to realize something. I had just avoided the Nathan problem. I hadn't solved it. Now that I was alone, it was gnawing away at my insides and racking my brain with more issues.
I have to face Nathan. The sooner, the better.