Can’t do it! Nope, never. Not gonna do it, not gonna do it, not gonna do it. It’s not right! Fighting with herself, she rushed around the room, putting away clothes and dusting. Someone would kill me if I did that . . . Maybe it’s a risk I have to take, though. I mean, how bad could it turn out? Stopping to think for a moment, she snickered to herself. Bad. It could turn out bad.
“They do have housekeeping to do that, y’know.” Kristin looked up from her cleaning to see Howie standing in the doorway to the hotel room she and Kevin shared.
“I know,” she answered, picking up Kevin’s jeans and running the duster over them. “I’m just bored.”
“You’re just worried,” Howie countered. Knowing he was right, Kristin plopped down on the bed and looked down at the duster.
“What are we gonna do about it?” she asked, looking up at him helplessly. “If they don’t do anything now, when we get back to Orlando, Brian’s going to be stuck with that vindictive b*tch and Kassy’s gonna be unhappy. There’s nothing stopping them, but they won’t admit that they have feelings for each other!”
“Take her with us,” Howie said, softly, deep in thought. Kristin stopped cold at his words. She was about to laugh, but then thought twice about it.
“That could work . . .” she said.
“But how would we get her back with us?” he said, sadly.
“I don’t know,” Kristin sighed, “but we have to find a way.”
“Get out.”
“We have to talk.”
“Get out.”
“I’m not leaving until we talk.”
“What’s there to talk about?”
“Obviously something! There has to be a reason you’re mad at me!!”
“It’s nothing. I’m just busy.”
“Running around you house and throwing things into different positions is busy?”
“It’s called ‘spring cleaning,’ Brian. Look it up.”
“You never clean.”
“I’ve changed since you last saw me.”
Obviously.” She whirled around to face him and he stopped in his tracks. They were face to face.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” There was a moment of intense silence between them, then he looked away, defeated.
“Nothing.”
“Oh, no you don’t!” Kassy growled, not budging from her spot. “You meant something by that, now tell me what it was!”
“Nothing,” Brian repeated. Her mouth set in a firm line, Kassy’s eyes narrowed.
“Get out of my house,” she said. “I don’t even know why the hell I let you walk through the door.” She turned and headed into the kitchen. She was in the mood to dust, to sweep, anything to keep her hands busy so she didn’t slap Brian across the face.
Though he certainly does deserve it, she thought, angrily.
You didn’t let me through the door,” he reminded her. “I forced my way through.”
“Then I can have you arrested for trespassing.” She would never do it, they both knew it, but it was certainly a threat.
“Kassy, listen to me,” Brian said. She ignored him. “Kassy, listen to me.” Again, she ignored him. “Kassy!” She stopped this time, but didn’t turn around. “Look at me.”
“There’s no point, Brian,” she said, her voice thick from the tears she was fighting back. “You know just as well as I do that if I turn towards you that I’ll hit you. I’ll hit you so hard you’ll have a red mark for the next month. Then, I’ll go upstairs and cry and you’ll leave and we’ll never see each other again.” She took a deep breath. “I don’t know why, but I figure I’ll just spare you the red mark and go upstairs. I’m sure you know where the door is.” She began walking towards the steps, ignoring his calls. Once she got upstairs, she locked the door to her room and fell face first onto her bed. Her tears overflowed as soon as she heard the front door shut.