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Friday, December 13, Ipswich Inn

So there is a motel in Ipswich. But just one. Seems like everybody else around here has mansions, so there isn't a real demand for motels.

Anyway, like ten minutes after I ducked into the bathroom, some girl came in to check on me and to apologize for Reid.

"He's always like that," she said checking her hair in the mirror. "You should just ignore him."

She had no idea the magnitude of the situation, but I nodded anyway.

"My name's Sarah, by the way." She smiled.

"Delia." I tried to smile back.

"You should come sit with us," Sarah offered. "I'll introduce you to everyone."

"Actually, I was just on my way out." Which was true, but I also really didn't want to run into Reid. What was I going to tell him? Sorry I can't go out with you because I'm your sister? Yeah, that would go over well.

Sarah shrugged. "Okay, maybe some other time then."

"Yeah." I shouldered my duffle bag. "Uh, do you know if there's a motel around here?"

"Yeah, the Ipswich Inn. Just down the road, you can't miss it." Sarah thought for a moment. "Actually, I could probably get one of the guys to drive you there. It's not that far, but it's in the woods and it's cold and dark out. Not to mention some of the guys around here are creeps."

I hesitated for a second. "Okay, thanks. As long as it's not Reid."

As I followed Sarah out of the bathroom and to the table where the four boys were sitting at, I could feel Reid watching my every move. Obviously, he didn't take rejection well. If only he knew…

Sarah stopped in front of the table. "Guys, this is Delia. Delia, this is Tyler-"

Brown hair, blue eyes, baby face. Pretty cute.

"-Pogue-"

Dirty blond hair, hazel eyes, and the rebel look. Not really my style, but cute nonetheless.

"-Caleb-"

Black hair, brown eyes, and obviously the leader. Need I say more? HOT.

"-And you already know Reid," Sarah finished.

I could see Tyler hiding a smile behind his hand so Reid wouldn't see it.

"Delia needs a ride to the motel," Sarah announced after a few awkward seconds where they all stared at me as I tried not to look like a total freak. "Any takers?"

"I'll take her," Reid said before anybody else had the chance.

"You don't have a car," Tyler said.

"Give me your keys then," Reid retorted.

"You don't have a license," Caleb pointed out.

"Minor details," Reid muttered.

"I don't have an extra helmet with me," Pogue confessed. "Since Kate's visiting her parents, I figured I wouldn't need it for a while."

Good. I didn't really want to ride on a motorcycle anyway. It was a little too cold outside for me.

"And Tyler can't because he actually has a date tonight," Reid added in.

So Caleb was my last chance before I started walking.

"I'll do it," Caleb said and stood up. "Shouldn't take me too long."

"Good. Otherwise I might start to get jealous." Sarah gave Caleb a peck on the lips, and I groaned inwardly. Just my luck, the hot guy having a girlfriend.

After mumbling a good bye to the rest of the group, I followed Caleb out to the parking lot. The cold outside air stung my eyes, but it felt better than breathing in smoke. The parking lot was filled with expensive cars, cars that would normally be outside of a teen's price range. Unless, of course, their parents were rich. A few Mercedes, a Corvette, a Hummer, a motorcycle (which I assumed to be Pogue's)… It was disgusting. Stinking rich kids.

Caleb stopped in front of a black Mustang and unlocked the doors.

"Nice car," I said with a hint of jealousy in my voice and put my bag on the floor by my feet.

"Thanks," Caleb said nonchalantly. He started the car, backed out smoothly, and we were on our way. After a period of silence, Caleb asked, "So what are you doing in Ipswich?"

"Just, uh, stuff, I guess." I'm not good with lying at the spur of the moment.

Caleb smiled over at me (it's too bad he is dating Sarah). "Stuff?"

"Yeah." I shrugged. "Just stuff."

Caleb nodded. "Sounds exciting."

Then we were silent again. I didn't want to say anything because I was afraid of saying the wrong thing and possibly giving myself away.

Caleb pulled into the parking lot of a small motel. "Here we are."

The words Ipswich Inn were carved into a rotting wooden sign in front of the building. I desperately hoped that the motel looked better on the inside.

I opened the car door and grabbed my bag. "Thanks for the ride."

"No problem." Caleb looked at the motel then back at me. "Want me to come in with you?"

"I'll be okay… I think."

"Okay. I guess I'll see you around then."

"See you." I shut the car door and walked to the office door.

The door dinged when I opened it. Hideous floral wallpaper attacked my eyes, and dusty, fake looking silk flowers were in a chipped blue vase on the desk. On top of all that, the place smelled musty with a hint if cigarette smoke and cat.

"Can I help you?" An old lady with white, permed hair and a theme sweater covered with cat hair appeared at the desk.

"Yeah, I need a room for the night." And hopefully only for the night…

"It'll be twenty dollars," she said in her creaky, old lady, heavy smoker voice.

After I forked over a twenty, which she snatched from my hand, she turned to the wall with keys on pegs. She stood there for a moment trying to decide which one she should give me. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she grabbed one down.

"Room 3." She almost reluctantly put the key in my hand.

I forced a smile. "Thanks."

Then, I was out of there and in my room within thirty seconds. That's how I ended up here in this crappy motel room.

There's an ancient looking TV, a ratty looking chair, a battered nightstand, and a twin-sized bed with sheets that are making me incredibly itchy. The bathroom's pretty much in the same condition—cracked mirror, white tiled floor with dirty grout, and a toilet that doesn't stop running.

I'm just waiting for Norman Bates to pop out of the closet.

Oh crap. It's Friday the Thirteenth. I hadn't even noticed. I'm not really superstitious or anything, but with the way my day has been going, I'm pretty sure that it's not a good sign…

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