What If?

Chapter Four

Car Wreck

Shayna pulled up to her grandfathers house, her house, and popped in a breathe mint. She turned off her car, but left it unlocked just in case the fight got too bad and she wanted to leave right away. She walked up the front steps to her grandfathers four story colonial (looked more like a mansion). She pulled out her house keys and unlocked the door. She quietly stepped inside and slipped off her boots and put them in her bag, just in case. She kept her bag with her, even though it weighed a ton due to her boots. She hadn't fighting with him. He never hit her, he was just mean and blamed her for almost everything wrong in the world.

"SHAYNA! Is that you?" Someone yelled to her.

"Yes, Papa." She hadn't calling him that, but he insisted. She followed his voice to the kitchen.

"Where were you?" he asked, standing near the stove.

Shay looked at her watch and thought to herself, 'No wonder he's mad. It's almost dinner time.' She sighed, "I was over a friends. Watching a movie."

He turned to look at her, "What friend?"

"A new one. Emma."

"Oh. Emma. I know her. He stepfather is Mr. Simpson."

"Really? She didn't mention it."

"Well, I'm sure you didn't tell her that your grandfather was her principal."

"It never came up?" Shay said slightly smiling.

"I'm sure it didn't. I got a call today."

"From who?"

"The Boston Police."

Shay's heart dropped. "And?"

"They caught the guy."

"Thank god."

Her grandfather's face turned red. She thought to herself, 'Oh god. Here we go. I'm going to get blamed for my parent's death. For his daughter dying.'

"If you hadn't been in trouble, AGAIN, they would probably still be alive. But, of course, you just had to skip those classes. You had to get in trouble. They were going to your school, because of all your teen angst "I wanna be a rebel" bull shit, Shayna!"

"It was not my fault that car hit them! It wasn't!"

"Yes it was!"

Shay started to cry. She grabbed her bag and ran out of the kitchen. She ran up to the fourth floor which was her floor. She walked into her bathroom, grabbed her toothbrush, toothpaste, brush, all her make up, and anything else she thought she would need. She walked into her room, pulled out an army duffle bag and filled it with clothes. She stuffed her favorite blanket and pillow in there. She walked to the side of her bed, and grabbed the picture of her parents. She careful put it between her blanket and pillow. She put on her boots and walked over to the window, bags in hand. She tossed out her messenger bag first, then the bag that had all the bathroom stuff in it, and she carefully threw the army duffle bag out the window. She knew he grandfather wouldn't hear it. He was on the other side of the house.

Shay turned up her music, left her room, closed the door, and locked it. She quietly walked down that stairs and out of the house. She walked over the the side of the house where all her bags where. She picked them up and walked to her car. She opened the driver's side door and hit the button to pop the trunk. She threw everything except her messenger bag in there, closed it and got back in the car.

She put the keys in the ignition, locked her doors and drove off. She pulled out her cigarrettes and lit one, rolling down her window. She figured she would just crash at a hotel for a little while. She had the money. More than enough of it. Both her parents came from rich families. When her parents died she got all that money and then some.

She found a hotel close to school. She knew her grandfather wouldn't look for her. He would just wait for her to either come back or not. He didn't care. She grabbed her bags out of the trunk and walked into the hotel. She walked over to the desk and waited for the guy to help her.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, my name is Shayna Whalen." The guys mouth dropped, "Yes, I'm related. I would like a room."

((OK...Let's just say that Shayna's great-great-grandfather is the Donald Trump/Paris Hilton of this fanfic))

"Yes, of course. Pent house?"

"Sure."

"How long?"

"Well, for now let's just say three weeks."

The guy smiled and typed in his computer, "That'll be $3,000. A special price for you, Ms. Whalen."

Shay smiled, "Thank you."

"Would you like help?" He asked, gesturing to her bags.

"No, I can manage." He handed her her key and Shay walked to the elevator.

XXXX

Shay was sitting on the couch up in her penthouse suite flipping through the channels on the big screen TV.

"Why is there nothing on!" She slammed down the remote and walked over to her bag. She pulled out her cell and wanted to call someone, anyone in the area.

"Oh, yeah. I don't have anyone's numbers."

She put her phone down and picked up the hotel phone, she hit the 0.

"Room service. How can we help you?"

"Hi. This is Shayna Whalen in Pent House A. What are you serving tonight?"

"Anything, you like."

"I'll have a pepperoni hot pocket and some Pepsi."

"Right away miss."

Shay hung up the phone just as her cell started to ring. She picked up her cell and looked at the number. She had no idea who it was.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Shay?"

"Yeah. Who's this?"

"It's Lex. What are you doing?"

"I'm in my room. Totally bored. What about you?"

"Well, we're looking for a place to hang out. Know of any?"

"I just moved here, why would I?"

"Good point."

"You guys can come here if you want. But it can't be too loud."

"Awesome. Where are you?"

"Um...the big hotel on Main St. Pent house A."

"Kick ass. See you soon."

"Wait can you pick up Emma?"

"Sure I know where she lives. Bye."

Shay put her phone down and heard a knock at the door. She answered it, it was her food.

She tipped the waitor or bellhop whatever. She ate her food fast and then went to get changed.

She changed into black fishnet stockings, a short pink and black plaid skirt with a belt that had an oversized buckle. She wore a pink tank top with a black fishnet shirt over it. She put her boots back on. She touched up her make up and brushed her hair. She pulled it back into a pony tail, except for a few dreds and braids.

She sat in the lobby, waiting for her new friends to show up. Then it hit her.

"Shit. Alex said we. Which probably includes Jay. I get to get hit on all night. Yay." She said in a sarcastic voice. 'Oh well,' She thought. 'I'm still gonna have fun tonight.'

Next chaper, Shay's little party.