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Chapter 10
This was more than Fletcher could've imagined. Him. Chyna. Just the two of them. Running together. Laughing. She was looking straight into his eyes as they ran and she had that trademark ear to ear grin that made his heart melt.
They explored everywhere. They saw the dining room, the dance floor, the garden outside, the shopping center that was situated on the bottom level of the hotel floor. He had to admit that the hotel was huge. Bigger than any hotel he'd been to so far.
Well, that wasn't saying much. He had only been to one hotel so far. For the reception of one of the Quimbys' weddings, up in Sacramento. Ah, weddings…
He looked over to Chyna who was smiling at him and he heard wedding bells in his head. Boy, was he a sucker for her.
They finally stopped to take a breather outside, by the recreational pool.
"This place is huge!" Chyna exclaimed.
Fletcher nodded, gasping hard from the exercise. He had to agree.
They were about to keep going when he caught sight of someone climbing out the pool. An ominous "oh no" fell out of his mouth.
Chyna concerned, followed his line of sight. Then she too, had to say, "oh no."
There she was. Lexi Reed in the flesh. Right next to her, not unexpectedly was her best friend, Paisley, and then a third girl who appeared to be a part of their group - a young, Asian looking girl who looked about the Ants' age - who he thought looked pretty good. But she wasn't Chyna…
The Asian girl seemed to have felt someone staring. She turned her head in the direction of him and Chyna. She definitely caught him staring a little. He automatically braced for a Lexi - like response. Maybe a scoff, a hmph, and then a snobbish flick of her head. But the girl surprised him with a smile and wave.
He was taken back a little. He looked to Chyna and he couldn't read the look on her face.
He barely had time to make sense of it when Chyna grabbed him by the shoulders and told him to duck. They ducked behind the pool gates, and suddenly that pretty Asian girl was out of his line of sight.
"Lexi turned to see who that girl was waving at," Chyna explained.
"Oh," Fletcher responded dumbly.
"This makes things complicated," Chyna muttered to herself, but she was loud enough for Fletcher to hear.
Fletcher agreed. But it took the better part of the long walk back to the lobby, and then up through three sets of spiral, grand looking staircases the width of the Webster High hallways for Fletcher to realize that Chyna was talking about Lexi, and not the Asian girl.
He was thinking of Chyna, and then the Asian girl, and then Chyna again, the whole time.