I had nothing else to do...so here's the next chapter! By the way, the italicized part is a flashback. :)
CHAPTER 8 -DAY 3-
Trina's POV
Yesterday was one of the craziest days of my life. I had spent practically the entire day in the casino, and those people really knew how to party. Hawk and Damien got drunk within the first two hours, along with practically every other guy there, and I knew that I had made a bad move by following them into that club.
I sat down on my bed in the hotel, still feeling exhilarated from the past few hours.
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"Haha, can we get another round over here?" Hawk shouted, waving around his empty beer bottle, hooting wildly along with the crowd of people surrounding him. I hovered by uneasily. Damien had disappeared an hour ago with some very pretty young ladies, and I wondered why he would want to be with them when he had me. His loss, I guess.
"Hey, Tarnie," Hawk said, coming over to me. He looked like a pig now, even in the dark lights of the club. Drool hung out of the corner of his mouth, his eyes glazed over.
"My name is not Tarnie, it's Trina," I muttered, briefly remembering Shawn, the hot senior who had also called me that a lot.
"Yeah, baby, whatever." Hawk took another sip of alcohol and his hand dropped back down to his side, but then he shoved it towards me. "You sure you don't want anything to drink, baby? You ain't thirsty or nothin'?"
"No, I just want to go back to my hotel now," I said, not wanting to hang around any more.
"Why?" Hawk almost dropped the bottle he was holding. "We haven't even gotten to the fun part yet."
"Well, can we just skip to that part? Because I'm bored and I want to go back to my hotel."
"Ooo, we got an eager one over here." Hawk laughed, and I took this as a good sign. "Hey, Isaiah and Butch, come on over here!" He waved his empty hand in the air and two men, easily twice my weight, approached us. "Boys, meet Tarnie here, and she's very excited to get it on."
"Aw really?" one of the men said, shooting Hawk a jealous glance. "You always get the girls who wanna go all the way as soon as possible, huh? Well geez."
I don't know why, but I was starting to feel immensely pleased at the moment.
"Well hey baby, if you want to get your stuff, follow me." He gestured to follow him and I did, unaware of the people shuffling around us. Isaiah and Butch were right behind me.
We came to the door of a room, and Hawk opened up the door, allowing me to go in first. I obliged and stepped into the darkness. I heard the three other men come in behind me, the door closing quietly.
"So where's my stuff?" I asked.
The lights flickered on. Hawk was standing in front of the door, Isaiah and Butch on either side of him. The front of Hawk's shirt was suddenly unbuttoned exposing a slightly stained white t-shirt, and the beer bottle that was in his hand earlier was sitting on the floor next to his feet.
I looked around the room. There was a weird smell in the room, and there was a large bed in one corner, and that was it. The sheets on top of it were ruffled, like someone had just come in here. There were no windows, and the walls were colored a sickly white.
Hawk approached me slowly, Isaiah and Butch staying by the door.
I backed up until I hit the side of the bed.
"Why don't you just hop on up there, and everything will be smooth from there, huh baby?" Hawk said slyly. "You two—get out." Isaiah and Butch hurriedly left the room.
"Oh, are we going to take a nap?" I asked, sitting back on the bed.
"Uh, sure, baby." Hawk sat down next to me, coming very close. He put a hand on my leg.
"You know I really should be going though," I said, realizing what he was trying to do. I still didn't know where the things I had bought earlier were, but that didn't matter any more. I started moving towards the door, but Hawk got in my way.
"No, don't leave now, we were just getting started." He grabbed my shoulders, pulling me closer to him. He dragged me back to the bed, putting me on it and hovering above me. His face was close to mine: I could smell the alcohol on his breath and see the lust in his eyes.
"Uhm," I said uncomfortably.
He leaned down to kiss me at the same time I heard the sound of a zipper opening. My hands shot up and I pushed him off of me. I leaped off the bed and ran towards the door.
"Hey, where you going?" he asked, standing up and looking shocked. I could see that the front of his pants were unzipped, and swallowed the disgust in my throat.
"I'm not kissing any guy who smells like that," I said back.
"No no, don't go." Before I could get out of the room, he raced over and slammed me into the wall. He put his hands on my hips and tried to kiss me, but I turned my face so he ended up just slobbering all over my cheek.
"Ew! Gross," I muttered, bending down and grabbing the first thing my hand could feel.
It was the beer bottle from earlier, and I smashed it down on his gelled hair.
"OW!" he bellowed, falling backwards, holding his head with his hands.
I wrenched the door open, running out of Isaiah and Butch's way and fleeing. I could heard Hawk shouting again, and thundering footsteps close behind me.
I turned down a hallway that had a bright light at the end, and came to a huge room that was glittering with lights from lottery machines and a stage with dancers on it. I looked behind me and briefly saw Isaiah, his legs a blur as he pounded towards me. I ran forward, accidently colliding with a particularly big lottery machine, knocking it over. It tipped onto the next one, but didn't start a chain reaction. I heard yelling from workers and other party guests as I seemingly interrupted whatever was going on.
Butch had somehow caught up to me, and I felt a rush of air as his hands reached out to grab me. I gave him a sharp kick in the gut (courtesy of my karate lessons) and went in the other direction.
I saw a few steps and ran up those, not realizing that they led to the stage. I was suddenly in the bright lights with a bunch of dolled-up women in tiny dresses. There was a gasp from the crowd below, and I tried to stay calm. I saw Isaiah down there, looking around for me furiously, and Hawk appeared, a lump the size of an egg appearing on his forehead. There was a shout, and both men were looking right at me.
I tried to stay calm and started to do an improvised dance, hoping to blend in with the rest of the ladies on the stage, but unfortunately for me they had stopped dancing. Either they were trying to give me the spotlight (which I didn't mind at all), or they were confused of what to do. I thought fast and raced down the steps I had come up, running through the crowd again.
More shouts were heard and I saw some people that looked like security guards coming at me. I wheeled around and headed in the opposite way, running straight into Isaiah.
He grabbed me, holding me tightly while trying to get back to the room we were just in. My hands flailed around and I shouted loudly, trying to get him to put me down, but the sounds of partying and the dancing resumed, so I could not be heard.
As we started to go down one of the hallways, I spotted an arcade machine with a handle jutting out of the side and grabbed it as we passed by. Isaiah staggered, trying to pull me away from it, but I held on tighter.
"Let…go…" he grunted, just as the handle broke off. Isaiah went flying backwards, and me, still holding the handle, got up off the floor and ran. People were yelling, trying to grab the girl who was breaking all of the expensive machines. I went down an aisle with all these colorful and old arcade games, when Hawk popped out of nowhere.
"Let's go back to the room," he pleaded, his eyes showing sincerity for once. "We can hang out here later."
"No!" I said, backing up into a dusty machine.
Hawk's eyes changed immediately to a darker tone, and he charged at me. I spun out of the way. He came in contact with the machine, sending it backwards. Sparks flew from the electric outlet that plugged it into the floor. The machine hit the wall before exploding in a shock of dust and zapping noises. I took my chance and dashed away.
More people were looking in my direction, trying to figure out what was going on. I left Hawk there, darting down a hallway, and with my luck, at the very end was dimly lit green sign that read 'Exit.' I hurried over to it and opened the door, coming into an empty back alley. I made a smooth trip back to my hotel, my adrenaline pumping and empty-handed.
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When I came to my room, I went to sleep for a couple hours, waking up around 7:50 a.m. I remembered that Tori and her friends would be on the news at 8, so I turned on the flat screen TV and went to the right channel. I was too lazy to do anything else, let alone go anywhere. I was still trying to recover from my recent adventure.
I laid back on the bed and tuned in to the show.
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Jade's POV
I was very pleased to be an anchor for the show today. Mr. Highes had called Sikowitz yesterday afternoon to tell us our new positions: Tori and Cat were field reporters, Beck was the sports reporter, André was the weatherman, and lo and behold, crazy puppet dude was my co-anchor. That was the one thing I was not happy with. After all, it was mostly his fault that our first broadcast had gone wrong: well, no, everyone messed up too.
I knew the moment they had put Vega with my boyfriend that things were going to go wrong. She spilled water all over him right before they aired, and I totally caught her rubbing on him…again. I swear, that girl really wanted to end her life early, didn't she?
Cat, even as adorable as she was, messed up big-time with the weather. I mean, how could you possibly mess something as simple as telling the audience it was going to rain the next day? But I have to admit, it was pretty funny watching her interact with the crewmembers, and I'm sure the viewers had no idea what was going on.
André had claimed that the musicians on the street corner invited him to play with them, so he did, and the camera crew was just filming the action. It wasn't really his fault, as they switched to his report too early because of Robbie's screw up.
Speaking of Robbie, I couldn't believe he would try and be that stupid. We were on live television and he lets his puppet diss all of the sports teams, claiming that he wasn't doing anything but Rex was.
Well, Mr. Highes was stupid too for even letting that dang puppet onto the show, but I guess he didn't know what kind of attitude Rex has.
I'm not such a nice person all the time and even I'm admitting that Rex shouldn't have dissed all the sports teams the way he did. Well, that's probably because I could've come up with better comebacks, but whatever. I'm surprised Mr. Highes is letting Robbie back, but actually, he did ban Rex after all.
We arrived back at the studio at seven, everyone feeling a little less stressed out than yesterday. I got extra makeup on since I would be on camera for the majority of the show this time. Robbie looked very glum in the dressing rooms, and Mr. Highes obviously avoided him.
At 7:55 I went up to the main stage, sitting where Beck was yesterday and Robbie sat in Tori's seat. I was actually very comfortable up there, but Robbie seemed to be shaking like a cornered mouse. I hoped he wouldn't do anything dumb that would leave me to take over practically the entire show by myself.
"We're on air in five, four, three, two…"
I put on my best not-scary Jade smile and looked into the main camera. "Hello, my name is Jade West and I am going to be your anchor for this broadcast."
"I'm Robbie Shapiro." Robbie's voice shook miserably.
I kicked him under the desk. The fake smile on his face drooped immediately. "Act like a man," I breathed quickly before saying, "So today, we're going to start off the show by going to our two field reporters, who are right now outside a casino, that last night was vandalized a little bit."
We turned around to the TV screens, seeing Tori and Cat smiling at us in front of a flashy casino that had been roped off with yellow police tape.
"Thank you Jade," Tori said, and I smiled sourly back at her. "Well, as you can see, this casino, called, uh…Chips and Dick—" I laughed at the name "—experienced some interesting events yesterday.
"There was a usual party going on, and one of the guests were acting supposedly very drunk, knocking over several of the lottery machines, interrupting one of the biggest night performances, and almost blowing up an arcade game."
"Yeah," Cat added. "The suspect is a female, and now we have a chance to interview one of the workers who witnessed most of the event." She turned to a short woman standing next to her with hair that looked like it had been attacked by a tiger. "This is Gale, and she works at…the casino. So can you tell us what exactly happened?"
"Well," Gale said in a very squeaky voice and taking the microphone from Cat, "It was just a normal night, but then there was this girl who came out of one of our rooms and was running really fast, like she was trying to get away from someone, and sure enough, a man, one of our regular customers, comes out with a huge lump on his head.
"Him and his two other friends started chasing the girl, and some of our guards tried to stop them, but then the girl got crazy and just started knocking over some very expensive lottery machines." She frowned. "Then she got on the stage and interrupted one of the night's biggest dances, and broke another machine before she ran out of the place.
"Right now we're trying to figure out who the girl was, because she needs to pay for the things she broke," Gale finished.
"Do you want to tell us what the woman looked like?" Cat asked. "So in case any of us see her around we can report her to the police?
"Yeah sure, that would be really helpful if you could do that," Gale said quickly. "So the girl had brown hair, and brown eyes. Her hair was longer than shoulder length with these highlights…and um, she wore these really big high heels. And…" she trailed off, looking around as if she would remember something. "Hey! You!" she pointed at Tori.
"Yes?" Tori came closer to Gale.
"The girl kind of looked like you, except more mature, I guess, and a little bigger," Gale said, studying Tori's face. "So, if you see someone who looks like this girl, but more mature, then that's the person we're trying to find. We'll try and get a picture out to the public in an hour or so.
"Thank you!" Cat squealed. Tori hovered right next to her, her eyes shifting around anxiously and it looked like she was deep in thought. "And we'll go back to you, Jade and Robbie!"
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Tori's POV
Cat and I wandered around the front of the casino for a while before the camera crew told us to get into the van so we could go to our next location. Apparently, there was one more place for us to report on, so we were heading down their while our friends did the usual things back at the studio.
On the way there, I was beginning to get very suspicious. Ever since Gale had called me out, saying that the suspect looked a lot like me, a thought entered my mind.
I knew that Trina was supposed to be at one of her friend's house, but I also knew that she was incredibly jealous that I got a chance to go to Vegas and be on TV. But there was no way she could've gotten here—unseen, at least. And anyway, she didn't have the kind of money to stay here.
We arrived at our new field post and I got out of the van with Cat, preparing for our next report, still thinking about the things Gale had said.
Hmm, lots of questions now right? If you wanted to hear more of the broadcast, sorry. :'( This chapter was mostly for Trina because we haven't really heard too much about her adventures in Vegas yet, have we?
Anyway, review and tell me if the writing is okay and everything! :)