Page 30 of One of Them Girls

“Bye, Avi.”

I hang up as soon as I hear his goodbye and call Rebecca.

“What’s up? You coming out tonight?” she asks over the loud bass of the music in the background.

“No, but you might want to come home. We’ve been invited on a trip.”

“Really? Where?”

“It’s an adventure. You have an hour before they come pick us up. Better hurry home,” I tell her, letting myself into our room.

I hang up the phone before she can respond and chuckle when she immediately calls back.

Ignoring her call, I pull out my bags. I can only have one, so I need to choose wisely.

Going to my closet, I sift through my choices.

It’s going to be a three-day trip, but you don’t count today. So really only two outfits, sleep clothes, and a spare outfit just in case.

I grab a sundress, one pair of jeans, one pair of shorts, and three t-shirts. Grabbing my panties and bras, I remember his second clue. Water. Does that mean the beach? Or a pool?

I grab two bathing suits just in case. Then I grab my toiletries bag, which already has all my hygiene items packed carefully inside.

Looking at my haul, I glance back to my options for bags.

I could win by choosing the biggest one, which would easily fit everything I need, but I want to impress him. He thinks he can paint a broad stroke against all women.

Let’s show him.

Picking one of my backpacks up, I pack my clothes inside. It’s a tight fit, but I smile with victory in my veins as it zips closed.

“I’m here. Don’t leave me,” Rebecca busts in the door out of breath.

“Are you okay?” I take her appearance in.

She’s sweaty and her face is red. She’s resting her hands on her knees as she gasps for air.

“Did you run here?”

“Yes. I couldn’t find a ride. Now where the hell are we going and how much longer do I have to pack.” She straightens and goes to her closet, still out of breath.

“I have no idea where we are going, but Jack and Xavier are going with us. They planned it, actually. As for your time limit.” I glance at my phone. “You have about fifteen minutes left.”

She groans. “Fine. Back up. This is going to get ugly.”

I sit back on my bed and watch as she pulls out her largest suitcase and starts tossing things inside.

“Do you really need that much?” I ask, but she practically growls at me, so I stay quiet while she packs.

Almost fifteen minutes on the dot, she closes her second duffel bag before sitting on her bed.

“All done,” she says on a sigh.

My phone vibrates in my hand.

Avi: Coming up.

“Perfect timing. You were almost left behind,” I tease Rebecca.

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