[Abi's POV]
I ran off from the locker room.
"That was close", I sighed in relief.
" I hope Paul didn't watch us", As I understood from his reaction.
"What the fuck is wrong with me?", I took a step to the campus ground.
" I think I should maintain a safe distance from him ", I went to the car.
I rested my both palms on the window of the car, " Abi... Abi just forget it... forget it", I ranted this mantra and lowered my head.
"Abi... What happened? Are you okay?", I heard Samantha. Her one hand was on my shoulder and eyes were popped out in fear.
" You didn't go?", I questioned.
"No I wanted to know some piece of moments from you", She patted my shoulder.
" What moment?", I raised another question.
"Don't coy", She nudged me with an elbow.
"Sorry to break it to you, but there were no such moments", I said upfront to her and wiped her imaginary reflections.
"Then why are you in distress?", She frowned her eyebrows.
" Nothing just a mere headache", I gave her pretending smile in confidence.
"Did Tyler said you something? Or did he misbehave with you?", She looked into my eyes in search of the explanation.
" Nooo... Why would he?" I said in opening the car door.
"Alright", She let out the relief sighed and she sat on the passenger seat.
" So tell me in detail" She got excited. "What all you both did inside the locker room?", She raised her eyebrows and nudged me.
" What do you mean? We did nothing... Absolutely nothing" I stopped my car at a red light signal.
"Come on... Are you making fool out of me?", She told in hand gesture. "I am not here to buy your bait girl", She smirked.
I gave a cold look to her.
"Wait a second he didn't say you anything", She gave me a doubtful glanced. " Like anything... Then what took you so long? She sat straight and folding her hands like an inspection officer.
"Samantha... I...I...hem hem", I cleared my throat. " I slide my book in the locker. I... I submitted my book to the library. After you, all decided to abandon me and for Jesus' sake, it takes time", Initially I trembled but managed to cook up a story script in the end.
I resumed my driving a signal got green.
" Don't know why but I am not convinced with your excuse", She scrutinized and shared her result.
"Look, Samantha Tyler and I don't have any interest in each other", I said While horning a car to the front guy frantically.
" Every girl says a similar answer when they are being asked about her private moment", She smirked.
"Samantha I am not and not willing to be his wannabe girls. What the fuck dude?", I lowered the mirror of my car window and showed a middle finger to them because they just overtook us.
" Look he is a nice guy. I have never heard anything wrong about him from Sylvester. I don't know what wrong had happened to Blaire but I personally never found any abnormality in his behavior", She looked at me and gave an opinion on him.
"Urgh!! This goodie Tyler is getting on my nerves right now" I exasperated.
"Abi take left", She instructed me.
" Why?", I questioned.
"We have to go to the Spa for beauty care. I have texted the address to Blaire and Gianna.
I parked my car in the parking lot of the Spa. The spa was having good space. The vibes were cool and calm. Likewise, it was very sophisticated. However, the smell that I was inhaling was of rose perfume.
We went to the reception and there was a beautiful lady sitting on the chair and was feeding data on her computer.
" Hi, I am Samatha. I took an appointment for the four people", Samantha gave her details.
After checking in her soft records she smiled and personally guided us to the VIP massage room. The room was decent and pleasant. It was lighted up with colorful candles which will give you the vibes of the warm in the heart. There were rose petals floating on the water bowl. They have a wooden bed covered in white mattress and sheets. Likewise, it will make you feel stress relief. We changed ourselves and laid down on the stomach on the bed. The lady name Grace came along with her squad and instructed them for the massage we usually have.
They were performing their process and in the middle, I felt asleep. After the completion of the massage, we took showers, then we hopped on manicure and pedicure then one by one we jumped to head massage and nail art and later left from there. However, in excitement, Samantha droved the car at its high speed and I can perpetrate out that it's not because of excitement but because of running out of time. At the speed of airplanes, we reached within twenty minutes and got to our own way.
I got busy packing my luggage and thankfully, I have formulated it overnight. I drew my luggage downstairs. I greeted my mom and left out. I reached Gianna's house and on the way, I met Samantha and Blaire with their respective luggage.
"Where is Gianna?", I questioned while hunting for her around.
"She is not answering our call", Blaire notified me and we took the steps inside.
" What. The. Fuck", I stunned.
"Are fucking kidding us", Samantha yelled at Gianna.
" You did not even clog a single. piece. of. stuff", Blaire looked at her and randomly looked at her clothes.
"Gianna we are getting late. Why haven't your luggage is unprepared?", Samantha got furious and started packing for her.
" I... I was about to pack... But?", Gianna took a pause.
"But? What?", I glared her.
" Why not wait for you? Once you will arrive I can start my packing... But I... forgot I will take time to pack", Gianna sounded excited but later felt guilt.
"Phew!", I sighed. " It's okay will make this for you", I enlightened her mood.
She smiled in return.
We four became supersonic and began our"Mission bag packing". Gianna folded her clothes and kept it on the table. Blaire picked it and placed it in a luggage bag. Samantha chooses a makeup and arranged in ascending order in the bag.
Finally, we are done with the packing. I grabbed her and Samantha drew her luggage out and we put speed to reach the destination.
We got down to the airport and stood in a queue for the process of boarding a flight. After getting passed in airport security screening. We ran hard to reach our goal. Everyone was glancing at us.
"Look this can happen to you also. If you wake up late you have run till your last breathe", I heard a lady giving an illustration of us to her little girl.
I halt there for a moment, " We are not running we are here for a little jogging", I gave her an answer and continued my running.
We all were catching a breathe but still managed to get in... but... but the flight took off.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck fuck", We all said together and glanced at Gianna.
" Sorry", She held her ears and furthermore did not uttered a no single word.
"I think Samantha you should acquaint Sylvester about our plan cancellation", I suggested her.
Blaire and Gianna nodded in agreement.
Samantha took out her phone and texted him. Within a sec he replied yes in a reasonable time.
"Can't we book another flight for Mauritius", Gianna asked in an innocent voice.
" Yes," Blaire snapped her finger. "Wait I will ask dad to do this as soon as possible", She dialed a number to his dad and gave an entire explanation to him. After a minute's conversation, She all smiled in and we ultimately board a flight and reached down.
" Welcome to Mauritius", We all read it aloud.
"Guys, How are we going to reach the hotel?", I asked a question.
" I have booked a rental car and as per my speed we can reach in no minutes", She got very excited and we all placed our bags in the neck of the car.
We reached a deserted island and certainly, our car got a puncture.
" Holy Christ," Blaire got worried.
I walked to the front of the car and popped the boot open. I rest my hands on my waist while I stare at the engine, or whatever they call this thing.
"Holy Cow, I have no idea what this black and grey pieces of metal are, much less how to make them work", I frowned in touching the metals.
Out of Nowhere, I hear the roar of an engine in the distance. I perk up my ears. The sound gradually gets louder and deeper, telling me someone probably coming against all odds.
A Harley-Davidson appears in my line of vision as the motorcycle turns the corner in the distance.
" Yeah! I punch my fist in the air".
Finally, something good is happening today I faced the bike and watch it growing size as it approaches the guy riding it wears a black leather jacket and a helmet. I waved at him and he slows down, pulling over to meet me at the side of the road. I could tell that it was a big bike from the distance but it looks even bigger up close. It just didn't seem its size before because the rider is well sculpted.
As the man in front of me removes his helmet, I watch in fascination to see what he looks like underneath. I already like the way his presence seems to feel the space and the confident way that he moves.
When I finally see his face, I almost gasp. Out of surprise, yes. But also, out of skepticism.
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Authors Note:
Do you have any friends like Gianna who always been late?
Do comment below and mention your friend's name and her/his habits.