STOP THE PRESS AND PAUSE YOUR MARIO GAME! Ok, so apparently the flame I got wasn't an actual flame. Apparently, it was Carrie she was calling a twit. NOT me. Which is good since it means she likes my writing, but bad because I'm a weirdo and like flames. Also this chapter and the next one is pure filler, no advance in plot what so ever, sorry. So all that aside: READ OR ELSE!
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ALSO: awsmdancerishere: I don't take requests like that; I won't be making a character based off you, sorry -_-. And honestly I don't give a shit if you're nice to me.
The room was nice, I guess. The beds were big and soft and we had a balcony. But in my opinion, it was hell. Why? Because I'm sharing with Carrie. Coach said no exceptions, even if I would rather sleep in a dumpster. I set my stuff down on the bed closest to the door. I'm letting her have the bed by the balcony, you know in case she "accidentally" falls over the edge of the balcony and I have to go get help in a couple of, oh I don't know, hours? Its silent in the room as we unpack, well I unpack anyway, Carrie spends about fifteen minutes looking in the mirror then spends another ten trying to get the balcony doors open.
I manage not to roll my eyes at her stupidity when she finally gets the doors open. I put my last shirt in the drawer at the foot of my bed and turn to look at Carrie. What I see has me scrunching my face up in confusion, she's leaning over the balcony, giggling and waving. I take a few steps forward to peer over her shoulder, only to see a group of guys standing on the beach waving right back. Really? Really?!
I stand there, thinking the two things I never thought I would: 1, I've found someone I hate more that Puck, and 2, Puck deserves better. I clench my fists, but turn away and flop on my bed, burying my head in my soft fancy pillow.
I lift my head again when I hear the doors shut and a bag unzip. I watch as Carrie pulls out a white….thing. "I'm going out." Carrie mumbles as she puts on another layer of lip gloss. "Out where? To hang with those douches on the beach?" I roll my eyes, personally I don't care where she goes but the whole 'I-like-Puck' thing makes me feel the need to ask anyway.
"So what if I am? Here's what's going to happen, I'm going to go have on the beach with some attractive friends and you're not going to say a word." She gives me a cocky look. I shoot upright, oh bitch please. "No, here's what's going to happen. The second you step out the door in that white napkin you call a swimsuit, I'm going straight to Puck to tell him your out whoring around, ok?" I say in a sickly sweet voice, giving her the nastiest look I can muster.
The smile falls off her face and she rocks back on her heels. "You know what? Fine." She tosses the bikini back onto her bed, "But I am going to take a bubble bath." She huffs. I lay back on my bed, "Be my guest." I mumble.
And since the whore was in the bathtub (singing way off key if I may add) I had plenty of time to think. Several questions swam through my head, all about this screwed up thing I called my life.
First, why didn't I just tell Puck his girlfriend was a sleaze bag? I dealt with bitches before, so why couldn't I just beat the shit out of her and get her out of my life?
After half an hour of thinking and letting out angst-y sighs, I came to a conclusion: I wasn't going to do anything about Carrie. Well, not until she crossed a boundary, then she was fair game. Why? Because, Puck showed me the first time she came into our lives that he picked her ahead of me.
Another reason is because the whole team likes her and since she joined my job has slowly slipped from me. Soon they won't need me any longer and I'll go back to being the invisible chick in the corner. Good enough for me….OK THEN. Pity party over.
I stand and grab my phone from its place next to my bed. I send a quick text to Jasmine and Luke, telling them to meet me in five minutes. Then I text the rest of the team that they're free to hit the beach, as long as they're back by diner and didn't get in trouble.
Right on time Jasmine and Luke burst through the door, how they got a key to my room I have no idea. "What's up buttercup?" Luke sings, flopping on my bed. Jasmine sits next to him, grabbing one of my books to flip through. "Were hitting the beach, I can't take any more of this soap opera angst-y shit." I nod my head towards the bathroom door, where Carrie is singing Circus by Britney Spears, loudly and obnoxiously.
"Do you even own a swimsuit?" Jasmine asks, cocking an eyebrow. I shrug, I own a one piece, and my work uniform, but those don't count. "Not really, but I know you've got plenty." I say and Jasmine nods, heading back through the door to go change and grab me something. I flop on the bed next to Luke, and we just lay there for a few seconds before I nudge him. "Hey, go get dressed." I poke him again when he doesn't respond.
He lets out a groan, "Sooooo. Laaaaazzzzyyy." He moans, and I roll my eyes. Then I press one foot to his side and push, sending him over the side of the bed. A second later his head pops up to send me a huge smile, and before I can ask, he's up and sprinting out the door….my friends are so weird.
A second later Jasmine walks back in, clad in a bright red tankini and a neon orange towel. She points towards the hall, "Do you know…..." she asks and I shrug. "Whatever anyway try this." She tosses a bikini at me and I pluck it out of mid-air. I look at it warily, then I remember; I wear a string bikini to work. I shrug and strip, pulling on the black swimsuit.
It's rather pretty, the bottoms have blue bows on the sides and the top is a halter top with a blue lining. "Not too shabby lookin." Jasmine says, I shrug and grab my room key and a towel. "Let's hit the beach." I holler, rolling my eyes when the loud, off-key singing gets louder to tune me out.
Third person P.O.V.
~In Braden and Puck's room~
Puck had called a meeting of the basketball boys, and so all twelve of them sat around the large hotel room. "What's going on? I'm hungry!" moaned a "starving" Alek.
"Dumbass's plan (Braden lets out a loud "HEY! Shut up Puck!") isn't working. Carrie's too nice (A/N HA! Don't make me laugh!) for Grimm to hate, the plan failed." Puck says, and the boys share a look of 'is-he-that-stupid"?
A few let out a sigh and all eyes go to Jacob, the most straight forward of the group. Jacob looks right back before shrugging, he then turns to Puck. "Don't worry about it! She's totally jelly! Trust me, I would know, I'm gay!" Jacob beams and Puck rolls his eyes.
"We know your gay Jacob, but how does that apply?" Puck mutters.
"Because I'm in touch with my feminine side and can tell you how girls work!" Jacob squeals, flipping his hair. The group laughs and Puck rolls his eyes again. "I'm going to find barf-brain." He says, standing and walking out the door.
The room stays silent for a moment, before Daniel speaks up, "Jacob, dude, did you actually know what you were saying?" All eyes again go to Jacob. "Nope. I was bullshiting my way through it. I mean it's obvious the two like each other and should be together, but they're idiots. This could blow up in our faces and they could end up hating each other, only time will tell." Jacob says seriously.
Silence falls again. "You're a bitch Jacob." Wes groans, and Jacob spins to face him. "Oh, I know honey!" Jacob purrs, batting his eyelashes.
The group bursts into laughter again, "Remember how you came out of the closet in eighth grade?" Jason asks. "Oh yeah, we had just won our first game of the season!" Max nods. "Yep, and he grabbed a random player from the other team and started to make out with him!" Casey laughs patting the homo on the back. "It turns out he was gay too, but since he wasn't my type I had to politely tell him I wasn't interested." Jacob giggles.
The group rolls their eyes, and begin to leave. AH what a wonderful way to begin the vacation.
Sooooooooooo, well I really got nothing, other than the next chapter is going to focus on Luke, and his love life. Why? Because everyone needs a little love. AND, READ THIS! ITS IN CAPSLOCK FOR A REASON! That usually gets people's attention, anyway for the entire trip to Hawaii, there is a song: Set it on Fire by My Darkest Days, Listen to it, it explains Pucks feelings perfectly!