Another Wrong Turn?

Chapter Twenty-Two: Being Gullible Might Be a Good Thing

            “Evan! We’re here,” I said, laughing at the annoyed look on his face.

            “I was sleeping,” he said, stretching.

            “Way to go, Captain Obvious!”

            “Thank you, Lieutenant Sarcasm.”

            I rolled my eyes at him. “Come on! Let’s go to the beach house so we could prepare our things. I want to go swimming!”

            “Okay, okay,” he said, laughing at my eagerness.

            I opened my car door and stepped on the ground. We’re still in the parking lot but I can literally smell the beach from here. I took a deep breath, breathing the glorious smell of salty air.

            “Where’s Miranda?” Evan asked, who was now beside me.

            Suzanne turned to us, answering his question. “She’s in the reception area, taking care of our things. Mrs. York and the others are already in the beach, having the time of their lives. Apparently, we’re the latecomers.”

            As if on cue, Miranda appeared, carrying the keys of the three rooms that were prepared for us. Being one of the chaperones, Vince has his own room. Suzanne is bringing Miranda, so they’re going to share rooms. I’m bringing Evan, but seeing that he’s guy and I’m a girl, Vince suggested that he and Evan will share his room. So that leaves me alone in my room.

            “Here’s for you,” Miranda chirped happily, dropping two keys on my hands. “The other one is the key of the bathroom inside your room.”

            I nodded, grinning stupidly at the keys on my hands. I’ve never been alone in a hotel before and this one is no different. Even though it’s a beach house, it is somehow like a hotel, too.

            “So here’s the plan,” Suzanne said, rubbing her hands together like a mad scientist. “We fix our things in our rooms and then after, we meet at the beach. Remember, wear the prescribed bikini outfit,” she said, wagging her finger at me warningly.

            I rolled my eyes. “Can’t I just wear shorts?”

            She shook her head firmly. “Nope! You wear the fuchsia one that we bought yesterday. Understand?”

            “Well, what choice do I have?”

            “That’s more like it!”

            “We better go and fix ourselves,” Miranda said, tossing me my bags. She and Evan were getting the bags inside the truck. “That way, we can enjoy the afternoon before its dark.”

            I nodded and shouldered my bag. Then I picked up my second bag on the ground. “I better go first, okay? See you later, guys.”

            “Yeah, see you. And the fuchsia bikini! Don’t forget!” Suzanne reminded me.

            I rolled my eyes, laughing. I walked inside the reception area and found the beach house on the right side. The beach was on the left side and even though from afar, I can see some familiar people playing volleyball, swimming on the beach or just lying under the sun. I grinned as I felt the excitement flowing in my veins.

            I trudged to my room, Room 206. The door was locked, of course so I opened it with my key. When I stepped in, my jaw dropped.