unedited. wrote the first part when I was half asleep but too lazy to fix the errors. sry. I'm gonna try to get this story back on track bc i get sidetracked too much and then there is a lot going on. I'm gonna try to stick with three main plot points rn. I think that once you read this chap you will be able to see the 3 main things im gonna focus on from now on. anywho hope this doesnt completely suck. it probably does but oh well. ill revise once i finish the book. Sorry for taking so long to update.
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GABBY
"Spring break is just a few days away!" Janice squeals over the phone. "I am so, so excited to see you!"
"You see me so often!" I giggle. "Seriously, like every other week!"
"That's not long enough." She laughs. "I get you for a whole nine days."
"Speaking of..." I bite my lip. "Do we know where we're going yet?"
"As a matter of fact, we do! Mrs. Hamilton has been so generous as to invite us back to her house in the Hamptons!"
I nearly drop my phone. The Hamptons? "Will...Leo be there?" Maybe he is going to Cancun with his friends or some shit. That would be preferable to him being there. Where I could find myself alone with him...
"I think so! His mother said something about him coming a little later so that he can do something with his fraternity brothers for a bit, but he should only miss two days or so. Why do you ask?"
"No reason." I lie, "just because I thought that maybe Haley and Bianca wouldn't want to see him..."
"That's considerate of you, baby. But I think they'll be fine. They can resist his charms."
I'm not so sure, but I chuckle into the phone anyway. "Right, well...I'll let you go. I love you and I miss you!"
"One last thing, hun. Your mother was invited. As was Kurt--"
"Kurt's back?" I interject, clutching the phone so hard the tips of my fingers turn red. Kurt originally came back for a week after he was shipped off for a few days because of the Haley incident but then he was shipped off again to some boarding school. I know it was hard on Janice, so she must be ecstatic that he's home. I, on the other hand, am not pleased.
"Yes..." She begins, hesitantly. "Your father and I decided it was time we give him another chance. It's been long enough that he and Haley can be friends again. We are trusting them to know their boundaries."
"If you think that's the right move..." I trail off. "Hey, wait. Did you say mom was coming to the Hamptons as well?" Warning bells go off in my head. Janice and my mother do not get along, not because Janice is the new wife, but because of how my mother treated me as a young girl. "We aren't all driving in the same car, right?"
Janice giggles. "Your mother and I have an agreement, sweetheart. We're trying to be friends."
I cover my mouth to stifle the snort I make. "That's great!" I use fake cheer. No way does this last. "Is Daddy coming?"
"He may show up later in the week, but you know how he gets...busy man!" Janice sounds as disappointed as I feel. Daddy does a great job providing for us, but sometimes that is at the expense of our relationship.
"Alright. Well, I'll let you go. Love you, Janice."
"Love you more. Remember to pack. We leave in three days!"
"Three days!" I try to sound happy, but it's as if I have a sixth sense and already know that this week will be one of temptation, sex, lies, hurt, and Leo fucking Hamilton.
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LEO
When I casually suggested to my mother a few days ago that we invite the Hamptons to the Hamptons for Spring Break, I didn't think she'd actually agree. She was over the moon, though. She called Janice and the two began planning things.
I finally have a fair chance at winning Gabby Hampton back. The only con to this situation is that Aaron will be present. I can live with that, though. I'm glad my father won't be coming. He would ruin everything. Like he always does.
My frat brothers had planned a sick vacation to Cancun though and I couldn't just ditch them after I said months ago that I would go. I decided that I'd go for a few days, get my brownie points with the older guys, and fly back to see Gabby. And, you know...the rest of them.
I know that Spring Break will be a week of sex, booze, sex, sex, and Gabrielle fucking Hampton.
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HALEY
I finally know what they mean when they say that old habits die hard. My habit is in bed, next to me, asleep. And he is very much alive.
When Kurt first got back, I was angry. Furious, even. He didn't write to me, call me, or try to contact me at all. So, obviously, I fought with him. And then, in typical Haley mannerism, I fucked him.
He stirs beside me and I shift to my side so that I can watch him. He's so different now. He looks so different. What was once lanky, pale, and short is now muscular, tan, and tall. He's beautiful. He knows he's beautiful. He's not the same boy that he was a year and a half ago, not even close.
He opens his eyes and I quickly look away. He must think I'm so creepy for staring.
"Morning." He smiles at me, stretching. Then he wraps his long arms around me. My bare chest presses against his side and I can feel him tense up at the sensation of my body against his. "God, I could get used to this."
"The door is locked if you want to..." I bite my lip and trail off softly. I'm not worried about getting caught anymore. I've perfected a plan in which Kurt and I will never get caught again. It's worked so far, but then again, it's not been that long since he got home.
"Fuck, I missed you." He sighs. His phone buzzes from my side of the bed. I turn to see that sometime during the night he'd unplugged my phone and plugged his in instead. Rolling my eyes, I reach for it and make the mistake of looking at the screen.
"Haley, no--" He tries to grab the phone but it's too late. I've already seen the text from the contact 'Bae' that reads: naked, horny, and thinking of you. this long distance relationship thing sux...
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GABBY
"The Hamptons?" Camille practically spits out her food. We're in our room and she's sitting at her desk working on sketches while I sit in front of my computer and browse plus sized swimsuits. "With Leo? Girl, you're in deep shit. Looking at that boy shirtless for a week? Fuck. I don't know if I'd stay faithful to Brett if I had Leo on the table..."
I throw a pillow at her. "Yeah right! You're head over heels for Brett."
She giggles, turning from her sketch to face me. "I am, Gabs. I really am. I love him."
I give her a small smile. I'm happy for her. I really, really am. At the same time, though, I'm worried. Because I don't know if I feel that passion for Adam. And like Camille said, I worry that I won't be faithful to Adam if Leo is on the table...
No. I love Adam.
"What are you thinking about?" Camille frowns at me, clearly reading the worried look on my face.
"Nothing." I lie, but then realize she knows when I'm fibbing. Living together has allowed us to read one another like a book. There's no point in lying to her. "Well...it's just...I don't know if I love Adam. I know that I should, obviously. He is so sweet, so kind, so funny, so handsome but something is missing. I just don't have that same kind of passion with him that I did with Leo, you know? It's like I see him as more of a friend than a lover. He's great in bed, but sex with him sometimes feel more like a chore than something fun. He's romantic but it feels forced and fake. I just don't know where I see this relationship headed." The words spill out like vomit and my eyes widen as I realize what I've just admitted. I'm not in love with Adam.
Camille's jaw is unhinged. "Holy fuck. What? You guys are perfect together! You're my fucking OTP! You're not in love with him?"
There is a knock on the door and Camille yells out "just a minute!" before looking back at me expectantly.
"I don't think I am." I affirm. "I can't be in love with him. I don't think I will ever be in love with him." The thought of it breaks my heart because I want to be in love with Adam. He's good for me. He's healthy for me. He's just not right for me.
The knock sounds out again and Camille rolls her eyes. "Probably Brett." She mouths at me before getting up to let whoever it is in. A sick thought washes over me--what if it's Adam at the door? What if he's just heard everything I said? As Camille unlocks the door and opens it, my heart stops.
And then starts again as I see that it is, in fact, Brett standing at the door. He's holding flowers.
"Aw, oh my God, for me?" Camille gushes, wrapping her arms around her beau.
"I wish I could say they were." Brett flashes a smile down at her. "But no. Some guy shoved them at me when I got here. Seemed pretty pissed. Wouldn't want to be the chick he's angry at."
Camille and I share a worried glance. It couldn't be--could it? That would be the coincidence of a lifetime. Then again, my life seems to be full of 'coincidences.'
"There's a card." Brett adds cheerfully. "Wonder what it says?"
Camille snatches the flowers from him before rushing over to me. "It can't be him." She assures me, picking out the note and opening the card delicately. She reads it carefully, her big eyes scanning the page with purpose. And then she looks up at me and I have all of the affirmation I need.
The flowers are from Adam. And he's heard everything.