And who do you think you are, running around leaving scars and collecting your jar of hearts?
Jar of Hearts - Christina Perri
We had gone swimming for a little bit, well, they did and I walked around at the shore where the waves gently caressed my feet soothingly. At that point in time all three of them had met girls and they decided that heading back to the hotel room would be fun. I was most definitely the third wheel, in this case the seventh wheel, to be precise.
We walked up the road back to the hotel and as we walked I felt the awkward conversations between them, mindlessly bantering about none sense that they didn't include me in. I was used too it, so I played with the hem of my shorts fumblingly.
“You look nervous,” Justin nudged me, moving away from the blonde bimbo he was once talking too.
“Not nervous, just.. thinking,” I admitted with pursed lips.
“About what?”
I looked up at him with slits as eyes.
“Look, you don't need to keep me company, go have fun with the guys, I don't mind,” I mumbled, looking down at my flip flops that I purchased at a local drugstore in Toronto. I had brought money and tomorrow I was planning on pampering myself to the full extent.
Ryan, Chaz, Justin and the girls opened the hotel room door and I followed slowly behind. The girls squealed, touching everything, looking at everything but the view. I scoffed and rolled my eyes, looking over at the clock that hung on the beige walls. 9:00 PM? Time flies by! I rummaged through my suitcases and got out a pair of gray shorts that had the material of sweatpants, a white loose v-neck was also pulled from my bags.
I had a strict nighttime routine, just because well, I'm Parvati.
I washed all the makeup off my face as I tried my best to block out their giggling and chuckles. I had to keep reminding myself that it was for the best that I wasn't there, I was a real downer at times.
I grabbed my toothbrush, squirting some toothpaste on it, I started aggrressively brushing my teeth when I heard Justin's roar of a laugh.
I hate you. I hate him. I hate Ryan. I hate Chaz. Even though I shouldn't hate them because I knew Ryan and Chaz would welcome me with open arms, I knew I'd ruin the conversation by just merely sitting there.
I spit out the contents of the toothpaste and I thought about what I could do for the night, because obviously there was no room for me in their little gang.
