I woke up around nine the next morning. I looked over and guess what I saw. No Andrea. What the hell was her deal? I rolled my eyes and dragged myself out of bed. I rubbed my eyes as I walked into the bathroom. There was a note taped to the mirror. It read: "Charlie, I had fun and all, but things just aren't going to work out. It's not you, it's me. Andrea <3" You're fucking kidding me, right? She's pulling the "it's not you, it's me" bullshit? I actually did like her, but now, I though she was a fucking bitch. What did I ever do to her? I got dressed and then walked around the hotel to go and find Andrea. I went to her and Cassie's room and knocked.
"Yeah?" Cassie answered.
"Where is Andrea?" I asked.
"Isn't she with you?" she asked as she motioned me inside.
"No. Well, she was, but then I woke up this morning and she was gone. She gave me this note," I said as I gave the note to her.
"Are you fucking serious?" she asked. "This is so not like her."
"Yeah, this is legit and I'm fucking pissed," I said.
"What's going on?" Andy asked as he walked out of the bathroom.
"Give him the note," I said and Cassie handed it to him.
"Wow," Andy said. "Where is she?"
"Exactly what we're trying to figure out," I said as I crossed my arms.
"Calm down, Charlie," Andy said.
"How can I? I actually liked her and then she goes and pulls this bullshit?" I said.
"I am like really shocked by this," Cassie said. "Here, let me call her."
Cassie grabbed her phone from the table and dialed Andrea's number.