Chapter 17: New York Baby, Here We Come!
Here I was stuffing my bag with clothes in my dorm room. Going to New York! I am literally fawning with happiness. I get to spend some hotel time with Nathan, shopping at 5th Avenue (if I can afford it...), and meet Cheyenne's family.
I've always wondered about them. During Thanksgiving, Cheyenne would come over to my house. Although I knew something must be wrong, I couldn't help but feel sad. Her mom and dad had died in a car accident; she lived with verbally abusive adoptive parents; and her sister is lying in a vegetative state. But my family always welcomed her into our home.
I packed away my last outfit when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," I said.
I turned around and saw Nathan. His eyes were startling.
"Haley, you shouldn't just say 'come in' to anybody. What if it wasn't me?" he asked me with scrunched up eyebrows. I saw the worry in his eyes and smiled softly. Awwww... Nathan's worried about me...
"Nathan, I knew it was you."
"Uh huh, how may I ask did you know it was me and not a rapist?"
I glided towards him. My eyes fluttering, my cheeks blushing, and my heart racing.
"Well Nathan... I knew it was you... you're the only one who can do this," I said as I took his hand and placed it over my heart. He adoringly looked at me, and then swooped down and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around him as he lifted me towards my bed. He then pulled away.
"James, you stole my line... I'm supposed to say corny lines to get you in bed, not the other way around..."
"Shut up Scott before I beat you with a stick."
"Ooo dirty talk, just the way I like it."
"Stop talking," I said as I captured his lips. He caved, definitely not reluctant. Our clothes flew off, our breaths became short, and our hearts beating rapidly.
"Where were you guys?" asked a curious Cheyenne.
"No where..." I said uncomfortably.
"Cheyenne, let's go over the facts. Nathan disappeared. Haley didn't answer her cell. Both of their clothes are in disarray. Both came in together. O and Haley's face is beet root red," said Lucas with a mock detective attitude.
"O I know they did something. I just want Haley to admit it," said Cheyenne with a stupid grin. I glared at her. O dear, she could be a nosy rat sometimes.
"I'll admit it for Haley. We had steamy wild sex with no rules. Triple X style... O and with dirty talk," said Nathan with a cocky smirk. Lucas and Cheyenne groaned. Hahaha, they got a mental image to remember!
"O you're torturing them Nathan," I laughed at his cockiness.
"Serves them right," said Nathan satisfied.
We laughed at Lucas and Cheyenne. They were mock gagging.
"C'mon horn dogs. As much as I love my gag reflex, we have to leave now," said Cheyenne.
We packed ourselves into Cheyenne's car. She started the car and cranked up her pop music as I pulled out 3 sets of ear plugs. I handed a pair each to Nathan and Lucas. All at once, we stuffed in the ear plugs. Cheyenne's music was not something any of us were fond of. Complain about Peyton's music, but at least she's got an ounce of rock taste. Cheyenne is in love with the pop era... you know the Spears-Aguilera-Madonna thing. It's something I don't adore too much.
Cheyenne screeched to her music. Lucas was reading a book. Nathan was playing with his Gameboy. I was just watching the scenery. The sunset varnished everything with a light red glaze. The wind whipped my window. The clouds were stagnant and covered the stars. The trees swayed, their leaves whirling around in small eddies. The buildings were graying and still. The road ahead of us was empty, so lonely. A feeling grasped my heart that the road ahead of us was empty for a reason. Maybe, we were being led to nothing but heartache, pain, and turmoil.
Here I was stuffing my bag with clothes in my dorm room. Going to New York! I am literally fawning with happiness. I get to spend some hotel time with Nathan, shopping at 5th Avenue (if I can afford it...), and meet Cheyenne's family.
I've always wondered about them. During Thanksgiving, Cheyenne would come over to my house. Although I knew something must be wrong, I couldn't help but feel sad. Her mom and dad had died in a car accident; she lived with verbally abusive adoptive parents; and her sister is lying in a vegetative state. But my family always welcomed her into our home.
I packed away my last outfit when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," I said.
I turned around and saw Nathan. His eyes were startling.
"Haley, you shouldn't just say 'come in' to anybody. What if it wasn't me?" he asked me with scrunched up eyebrows. I saw the worry in his eyes and smiled softly. Awwww... Nathan's worried about me...
"Nathan, I knew it was you."
"Uh huh, how may I ask did you know it was me and not a rapist?"
I glided towards him. My eyes fluttering, my cheeks blushing, and my heart racing.
"Well Nathan... I knew it was you... you're the only one who can do this," I said as I took his hand and placed it over my heart. He adoringly looked at me, and then swooped down and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around him as he lifted me towards my bed. He then pulled away.
"James, you stole my line... I'm supposed to say corny lines to get you in bed, not the other way around..."
"Shut up Scott before I beat you with a stick."
"Ooo dirty talk, just the way I like it."
"Stop talking," I said as I captured his lips. He caved, definitely not reluctant. Our clothes flew off, our breaths became short, and our hearts beating rapidly.
"Where were you guys?" asked a curious Cheyenne.
"No where..." I said uncomfortably.
"Cheyenne, let's go over the facts. Nathan disappeared. Haley didn't answer her cell. Both of their clothes are in disarray. Both came in together. O and Haley's face is beet root red," said Lucas with a mock detective attitude.
"O I know they did something. I just want Haley to admit it," said Cheyenne with a stupid grin. I glared at her. O dear, she could be a nosy rat sometimes.
"I'll admit it for Haley. We had steamy wild sex with no rules. Triple X style... O and with dirty talk," said Nathan with a cocky smirk. Lucas and Cheyenne groaned. Hahaha, they got a mental image to remember!
"O you're torturing them Nathan," I laughed at his cockiness.
"Serves them right," said Nathan satisfied.
We laughed at Lucas and Cheyenne. They were mock gagging.
"C'mon horn dogs. As much as I love my gag reflex, we have to leave now," said Cheyenne.
We packed ourselves into Cheyenne's car. She started the car and cranked up her pop music as I pulled out 3 sets of ear plugs. I handed a pair each to Nathan and Lucas. All at once, we stuffed in the ear plugs. Cheyenne's music was not something any of us were fond of. Complain about Peyton's music, but at least she's got an ounce of rock taste. Cheyenne is in love with the pop era... you know the Spears-Aguilera-Madonna thing. It's something I don't adore too much.
Cheyenne screeched to her music. Lucas was reading a book. Nathan was playing with his Gameboy. I was just watching the scenery. The sunset varnished everything with a light red glaze. The wind whipped my window. The clouds were stagnant and covered the stars. The trees swayed, their leaves whirling around in small eddies. The buildings were graying and still. The road ahead of us was empty, so lonely. A feeling grasped my heart that the road ahead of us was empty for a reason. Maybe, we were being led to nothing but heartache, pain, and turmoil.