"Rachel Hertz!" Miss. Barnes peeped up, her voice light and peppy. I glanced up and she just turned around with a charming beam on her face; I was one of her students and she knew me. "Here you are darling."
I leaned over Bridget a little taking the key, not even checking it to see my room number; my eyes just stared back to the hotel door. The guys were completely gone from sight.
"Rachel, what's your room number?" Bridget asked.
I dropped my gaze onto the piece of plastic in my hands.
"Um 228, you?" I returned the question with a simple shrug of my shoulders.
"226, we're next to each other." Her lips turned upwards, eyes joyful. "That could be helpful."
I snorted. "Maybe, but they're having night check."
She shoved my shoulder. "You can be a pain at times, Rachel."
I rolled my eyes. Bridget stood up, fixing her long skirt as we got off the bus. She probably did not have the best wardrobe for a field trip let alone one including a long drive. I tried to walk down the stairs leaving a little space while we made our way down so that I would not step on her skirt or pull it down. Once we got down I stayed back a little with Bridget before going over to take my bag, I didn't feel like dealing with a large amount of people in one area. I get claustrophobic in crowds. Once some students left, Bridget and I pushed forward, grabbing our belongings before heading into the hotel, I have a thing against elevators so I made Bridget take the stairs. We were on a different bus than our other friends, and I didn't feel like searching for them in the mess, it was every person for themselves in this sea of students.
That and I just wanted to put my stuff down so that I could find my room already. It was a long journey. I wanted to get the surprise over with. As we marched up the stairs I put my book back into my purse with the zipper struggling to close. Bridget and I pushed through the doors as girls were racing around the hall pointing at the numbers on the doors, in search for the matching ones on their plastic squared keys. I sighed as I saw the numbers on the doors myself.
216…218…220…222…224…226…
I sighed again. My chest felt like there was a tight prison around my heart. The door separated me from the moment of truth. Since I did not see a girl trying to get into the room she had to be in there already. I glanced over at Bridget who was at the door next to me. She grinned before she swiped her key, leaving me out in the hall. I pushed my key in, red lights. I was too slow with the key. I wanted to kick the door as on the third try I still could not get it to open. Whoever was inside that room must think that I was an idiot and that they were screwed for their GPA. I took a deep breath and as I let the air out unhurriedly, I let my hands fall ever so slightly, composing myself. Pushing the key in, green lights blinked and I nearly squealed as the door swung open.
I sauntered into the room, and saw a small couch and TV. Up a little ahead there was a bedroom with a door next to it which was closed, had to be the bathroom. I saw a black duffle bag on the floor. I did not have a cheerleader or an extremely preppy girl by the look of it. I tossed my bag to the side of the room so that it would be out of the way. I wanted to kick my shoes off, but I knew we had to meet the school back downstairs in the lobby. I shoved my hands into my jean pockets, leaving my jacket on.
My ears perked as I heard the doorknob twisting. I held my breath as I watched the door slowly open. My heartbeat echoed in my eardrums. The moment of truth…my heart was caught in my throat. The door finally opened and there stood glancing down at the ground was a guy with an angled chin, and shaggy brown hair. I was standing there speechless as Nick March leisurely lifted his head so that his blue eyes met with my green ones. Nick raised a dark brow at me; neither of us uttered a word for a minute, but it felt like much longer.
"Rachel, what are you doing in my room?" Nick inquired, both of his dark eyebrows pulling together.
"This is the number that's on my key," I answered. "I can read."
Nick rolled his eyes. "Oh, I'm quite aware of the fact that you can read." Nick was leaning to his side so that his shoulder was pressed against the wall. "You always seem to have a book glued to your face."
"Keys must have been mixed up," I threw the idea out there and to get away from the fact that I was always reading.
"Probably, there's no way that the school would purposely let a girl and a guy share a room. Plus if you really wanted a show all you had to do was ask, Rachel. You and I have known each other for a long time." Nick wiggled an eyebrow, it was my turn to roll my eyes at him.
"What makes you even think I would want to see you like that?" I
