voice that close to me nearly gave me a heart attack.
“Holy shit Jordan! Don’t do that to me!” I shouted.
Instead of laughing, he frowned and looked down at the phone in my hand.
“How long have you been out here?” I asked.
“I followed you outside; I heard everything, at least on your side.”
I groaned as I threw my phone back into my pocket. “I don’t even know what to do anymore when it comes to her. She said she was calling to tell me goodbye and I hope she meant it. I don’t think I can deal with her anymore.”
He walked over to me and wrapped me up in his arms. “Don’t worry about her; if she calls again we’ll just have your number changed.”
I hugged him back, glad that I had someone besides myself to depend on who had seen her craziness first hand.
“I never really thanked you for saving me, I was too busy trying to convince you that it wasn’t you fault. So thanks for you know, not letting me die in the pool.”
He gripped me harder and kissed my forehead. “Never thank me for that, I put you there in the first place. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.”
I looked up as someone cleared their throat. Drake was standing behind Jordan with a pissed off look on his face. Where the fates plotting against me lately or what? Every time Jordan touched me, Drake appeared out of thin air at the worst possible moment.
I pulled away from Jordan and gave Drake a weak smile. Jordan tensed beside me as he turned to face Drake.
“Before you get all pissy and jump to conclusions again, let her explain,” Jordan said.
“No need to, I trust Chloe.”
I raised my eyebrows in surprise; from the look on Drake’s face I had assumed he and Jordan were going to get into it again.
“Good to know. Chloe said you two are spending the night in a hotel room so I’m stealing your bunk for the night if you’re ok with it,” Jordan said cooly.
“Have at it, I’ll be too busy to worry about who’s in my bunk.”
I felt my cheeks warm at his words. I wasn’t a prude but it still felt awkward to have Drake say something like that to one of my friends.
“Will you please shut up?” I pleaded.
“Sorry, why don’t you wait in the car while I help the guys carry everything out?” Drake asked.
“Sure.”
Jordan stepped forward as Drake turned to walk back inside. “Go to the car and lock the doors, I’ll go help them once I know you’re safe.”
I rolled my eyes and saluted him before turning and walking across the lot to my car. After sitting down and locking the doors, I watched Jordan walk inside.
A few minutes later, the band and Jordan appeared as they carried their instruments back to the bus. With Jordan helping, they had everything put away in record time. I watched as Drake talked with Eric for a minute, both their heads bent together. He waved goodnight to them and made his way to my car. I unlocked the door for him and he sat down beside me, grinning.
“Ready?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I saw a decent looking place when we came through earlier. Let’s check it out and see if they have anything available.”
I pulled out of the lot and drove in the direction we had come from earlier. Drake fidgeted nervously as I drove. I assumed it was from the high the show had given him; he was always hyped after they performed and I tended to reap the rewards. Sometimes several times in a row.
The lot was quiet as we pulled in and parked next to the doors. Drake got out of the car and grabbed his bag he put in my car earlier, as well as mine. We walked into the reception area and approached the counter to see a pretty woman in her late thirties sitting behind it.
She smiled as we walked up. “Good evening, my name is Kayla. How can I help you?”
“Do you have any rooms available?” I asked.
“Certainly. How many nights will you be staying?”
“Just one.” Drake spoke from behind me.
I wanted to gag as I watched her eyes slowly roam over Drake’s body. “Do you want smoking or nonsmoking?”
I looked at Drake expectantly; it didn’t matter to me, but he smoked.
“Smoking is fine.”
She started typing on the computer sitting in front of her. “I have three rooms available; two with two