"I can't believe you got us into this party Bekka!" Arabella screamed over the music that was vibrating through the house.
Bekka and Arabella were 2 19 year olds just out of school, and they were taking a roadtrip around America before they started uni together in September, back in England. LA was the last leg of their journey.
Around them, drunk americans were pumping their fists to the music or staggering around whilst clutching a bottle of alcohol in their hands.
lightweights.
Throughout the night Arabella constantly felt like someone was watching her, but every time she looked to try and see someone, no one was ever there.
Around 3am the girls left the party, however Bekka was the only one who was a little bit intoxicated.
okay that was an understatement.
The girls were staggering back to their hotel that was a few blocks away, before they heard heavy footsteps behind them. This time Arabella was sure they were being followed, so she turned around, and to no surprise, 5 dodgy looking boys who looked a few years older than them were following them. Maybe they were on their way home. Arabella sped up her walking and grabbed Bekka's arm, pulling her along to make her walk quicker. She didn't freak out until she heard the boys footsteps becoming quicker and getting closer.
"god damn short legs work." her brain screamed at her.
Eventually the lights from the hotel began to appear, almost making Arabella want to cry from happiness.
The boys were still behind them, talking quietly to themselves in hushed whispers.
Arabella dragged Bekka through the doors of the hotel and dragged her into a lift. The boys had just entered the hotel, and the doors began to close. Arabella willed the doors to close quicker. there was no more than a centimetre gap in the door, the boys had reached them had pressed the button, opening the doors and stepping in with them.
Fuck.
Arabella smiled politely at them, while they just smirked back.
She dragged Bekka over to one corner, who was having a helluva good time, sitting there without a care in the world.
If there was one time she regretted spending money on staying at a fancy hotel and having their room so high up, it would be now.
She wasn't stupid though, so she clicked the button below their floor, and as soon as the doors opened dragged Bekka through the cluster of boys and ran up one flight of stairs. from the corridor she heard the boys talking louder.
"Well where the fuck did they go? Their room must be one of these if they got in there that quickly." a deep voice sounded pissed.
Bella grabbed her key card and practically ran down the hall, pulling Bekka along with her. Just as she heard the stairs begin to creak as they figured out where they went, the girls got to their room and ran inside, slamming the door shut.
By now Bekka was a bit less intoxicated, and the reality of the situation finally set in for her.
"were we just stalked?" she whispered, as they heard the angry footsteps of the boys passing their room.
"I think so."
