Page 122 of Positively Pricked
In a moment of blind panic, I ducked into the stairwell and let the door swing shut behind me. And then I stood, for a long moment, catching my breath and trying to figure out what had just happened.
Whatever it was, I never,everwanted to repeat it.
As I stood there, in the bleak stairwell, I reminded myself that I didn't even like him. In fact, I was pretty sure that I hated him.
I'd hated him almost from the start. So why was it, I wondered, that I felt so awful now?
I didn't bother returning to my room. Instead, I caught a crowded elevator a few floors down and rode it to the lobby with a dozen other hotel guests who looked a lot happier than I was.
Still, I was glad to be lost in a crowd – alone, anonymous, where I could totally forget Zane Bennington, if even only for a few hours.
But in the end, I couldn’t even do that, thanks tomorebad timing.
