"Hi can I have a room for one please?" I quietly ask the receptionist, my sunglasses still covering my red, tear stained eyes.
"Yep how long were you planning to stay?" She smiled.
Umm... how long was I planning to stay? As long as I needed to I guess. Maybe until Connor flies back to LA? So then he can't see me at the airport.
Wait... how long is that? Lord knows with him.
"Uhh can I get back to you on that?"
"Of course, just sign here." She slid a book and pen over the counter.
I scribbled down my details, it looks like something half dead has crawled across the page but I swear it's just my disgusting hand writing. It's hard to write when your hand is shaking more than Nicki Minaj's butt in the Anaconda music video you know.
"You're in room 217 on the third floor." She threw the key at me causing me to luckily have quick reflexes and catch it.
Sometimes being an ex athlete really does have it's advantages.
I made my way up the room and surprisingly unlocked the door without a struggle.
The door swung open and the sunlight glared at me through the window.
"Ow." I muttered to myself closing the curtains and flopping down onto my bed.
I should probably call Carrie and tell her that I made it here without becoming road kill.
My fingers hovered over her contact before I finally had the guts to hit call.
"Hello?" She whispered hoarsely.
"Carrie, I'm here."
She sighed in relief; "Are you alright?"
"I miss you and want to strangle that arsehole I call my idol but besides that I'm okay."
It went silent as I heard her sniffle; "What if he comes to the door?"
"Ignore it Carrie, is he still in his cabin?"
"Yeah... he hasn't surfaced for a whole 3 hours, we're meant to have dinner soon so I'd better go, promise you'll look after yourself?"
"I promise, I love you okay?"
"I love you too."
The line went dead and I covered my face with a pillow to stop myself from screaming.
This camp was supposed to be fun, but now look at what it had gotten me into...