Nessa has already texted me no less than twenty times, asking me where I am.
I stare up at the ship one last time before pulling my suitcase behind me.
I show my printed boarding pass to the attendant before being waved through. After going through all the checks, I am finally on board.
People are milling about as employees offer drinks as soon as you step on the ship. I wave them away, heading toward the elevators.
Once there, I look at my room number again.
When Nessa sent over my ticket information, she didn’t tell me who I would be rooming with. I hope it’s not someone who wants to party all the time. I need my beauty sleep.
Room forty-three twenty.
Finding it on the map, I take a quick picture on my phone before heading toward the elevator that has just opened.
It doesn’t take long to get to my floor. I make it all the way down to the hall and find one keycard hanging outside the room.
My roommate is obviously already here.
I knock on the door to make sure they aren’t in there, but when they don’t answer, I insert the key and let myself in.
The room is beautiful. More than I thought. It’s a balcony room with one large bed in the middle of the room in front of the balcony doors, a couch on the side in a corner, a flat-screen TV on the wall and two doors, which I assume one leads to the bathroom.
Pushing my suitcase against the wall, I look around, finding that one of the doors leads to a full bathroom with a shower, sink, and toilet, while the other houses only a shower and sink. The room is way fancier than the interior room I had booked with Barrett.
I frown to myself. Nessa assured me that my new roommate had already paid for the room and insisted that I not pay them for half of it.
Looking at it now, I’m glad. This room is probably double the original room I had booked.
Opening the closet, I gasp when I see male clothes hanging up.
Gritting my teeth, I pull out my phone and dial my sister.
She picks up after two rings. “Are you on the ship? They are going to leave shortly. You better get here.”
“Who the fuck did you room me with?”
She’s silent a moment. “You’re on the ship then?”
“I’m looking at my room. A room which has men’s clothing. Who am I rooming with?”
“What was that, Katie? I can’t really hear you. I’m on deck ten. Come hang out. Love you.”
Then she hangs up. Little bitch knows what she’s doing.
Shaking my head, I take a deep breath.
It’s going to be fine. I mean, she wouldn’t room me with someone I hate.
I think through all the guys I know who are on this trip.
It’s not Barrett.
It’s probably not Alan. He brought his girlfriend with him.
I guess it could be Brock and Casey. They are a newer couple, but seem like they would let me bunk.
Or it could be Dominic.
