When I'm done in the bathroom, I step back into the room and set our alarm clock to go off in five minutes, then lock it up in a box and shove it under Simone's bed.
She'd be so thrilled.
I step into the hallway next and head for Cory's room. I can't be the only one having a bad morning. A few girls are already up and loitering in the hallway and lobby, taking orders from Renee before scattering out to get to work.
I burst open the door to Cory's room without knocking even after reading the sign Do not disturb. I'm know I'm acting like an annoying little sister right now.
The boys room is decent and well kept unlike what I originally had in mind. I wasn't exactly expecting a dumpster of a room and I also wasn't expecting it to be so well organized. All three of their beds are neatly made and the soft music playing at the background makes the serenity feel more warm.
Noah is already awake but still on his bed, holding a book over his face titled The Subtle Art Of Not Giving A Fuck.
So that's where he gets his inspiration.
"Where's Cory?" I ask as he points to the bathroom without lifting up his head.
There's a second guy in the room who I don't pay much attention to and knock loudly on the bathroom door.
"Cory! Downstairs! Now!"
"I can't work today," He says from the other side of the door. "I've got a serious hangover."
Well I've got cramps but no one sees me complaining.
"Explain that to Miss Renee when you come downstairs, alone, because apparently, she can't handle being around too many boys," I repeat her words in a sneer.
"Cover up for me. You have to."
I grunt loudly and hit the door with my palms, noticing how the other guy in the room with Noah focuses his gaze on my chest and my protruding nipples beneath the shirt I'm wearing.
"WHAT? NEVER SEEN NIPPLES BEFORE?!"
His face goes deep red as I scoff, shoving past him and storming out of the room.
I don't see Simone when I get back to our room, nor did I find the alarm clock and the box I locked it in anywhere.
I paddle my way into the bathroom and yank off the shower faucet, stripping my pajamas off before stepping into the shower. I shower as quickly as possible, sprinting out of the bathroom when I'm done and changing into some baggy shirts.
Pretty girls with messy buns and baggy t-shirt's look cute as hell but when I do it, it's like I've been doing drugs for a straight week.
The sun is already up and shining when I scuffle into the kitchen, seeing the wedding guests file themselves into the hallway, which leads to another large room, most likely where the ceremony will take place. A grand staircase leads up to a second level and as I inhale, the scent of expensive perfumes and blue Dahlias fills my lungs.
I have a feeling this wedding is going to be beyond lit.
A Sous Chef yells in my direction and gestures to carry out the buffet trays to the main hall, making me inwardly do an eye roll.
Take a chill pill, I'm not even being paid for this.
Sea food delicacies are scattered across the buffet table I grip in my hands, which has four tiny wheels for me to easily roll over instead of having to sweat my ovaries out by lifting the whole table all the way there.
As I get closer to the main hall, Here comes the Bride starts playing and I can't help but imagine that song being played for me in the next five years.
God, please deliver me a husband soon, and have him come in the name of Cory Simpson.
For some unknown reason, Alexa's face flashes in my head, showing her hysterically laughing in my face at my fantasies.
That girl will haunt me till I die.
The vibration in my back pockets causes me to stop in my tracks. I find my phone and bring it to my face, staring at my Mom's incoming call.
This doesn't look so good. I have a strong feeling Mabel already whined to Mom about our little discussion earlier this morning. She's Mom's favorite so undoubtedly, the woman's going to be on her daughter's side. Let's ignore the fact that she might also be calling based on the fact I insulted her marriage.
Here comes argument number two.
I click on accept and bring the phone to my ears, when I feel someone grab my cellphone from my hands and toss it into the portable water fountain not miles away from me.
The hard glare radiating from my face meets with my most favorite person in the world.
Alexa fucking Stratham.
"No phone calls on duty," A sweet smile spreads her petite lips.
"What exactly is the color of your problem?"
"Just doing my job," She chirps.
"Of being a bitch? Yeah, I can see that."
Alexa smiles again, seeming unaffected by my words. "I'm just going to go straight to the point. What's your deal with the Gallagher boy?"
The sound of his last name on her lips makes my stomach churn as another knowing smile appears on her face.
"Never heard of him," I try to keep a straight face. "Fuck out of my way. There's six hundred and fifty guests waiting for me out there."
"Wrong answer. I've been tormenting you since we were twelve, I know when you're ticked off."
"I'm not ticked off."
"Tell that to the veins popping out of your forehead." I've thrown every possibility of me ever being friends with Alexa out the window, and she's about to be out the window next if she doesn't stop making my life unbearable.
"Leave him alone, we're not even friends." I'll give her just what she wants to hear. "Exactly why would I want to be friends with someone like that? He's just some rude snub I happened to unfortunately come across. You want to make him your next prey? Well get ready to handle a biggest douchebag of the century."
After one last glare, I turn around with the buffet still in my hands and ready to go into the second entrance of the main hall when I see Noah not far behind me, the look on his face making me wonder how long he'd been standing there.
Well shit.
When I think my morning can't get any worse, the whole trey gets slipped out of the buffet table and all six hundred and fifty guests' supposed meal goes clattering down the floor before my very eyes.
Double shit.
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