Two months until everyone goes their separate ways to college. This was the last time high school classmates would ever see each other for years, if ever. Valery and her classmates had just graduated a couple of weeks ago. It had become a tradition for the graduating senior class to go on a week-long vacation together. Best of all, everyone was 18 years or older, so there was no need for chaperons or any parental supervision. For most of them, it was their first taste of freedom.
The class rode to their beach resort in a chartered bus. Valery sat surrounded by her friends. Being blond, skinny, and pretty, she had a full social life and was regarded as the 'popular girl' in school. Or at least among those who mattered. The guys certainly liked her and her c-cup boobs. Although Valery was no floozy that gave it out to any guy that smiled at her. She had kept her virginity intact and her only sexual experience to date had been a couple of blow jobs she gave out to her previous boyfriends.
The trip went by fast for her as she had no lack of conversational topics to go over with her friends. Despite their upcoming excitement about college, they mostly talked about how they would spend their week at this all-inclusive resort. Beaches, pools, all-you-can-eat food. Maybe some last-minute flings with a hot guy or two. It was the perfect way to end their high school lives.
Upon their arrival, the lobby became chaotic as people tried to check in and get their room keys. People were paired up two to a room, with Valery rooming with her friend Sierra. She had been slow to get off the bus and had no desire to fight her way to the front, so she waited in the lobby for the front desk to clear up. However, she saw that Sierra had already gotten her key.
"Nice! Thanks for getting our keys so quick," she said, approaching her friend.
Sierra gave her a confused look. "What are you talking about? I'm sharing a room with London," she said gesturing to another of their friends.
Feeling panicky, Valery rushed over to the front desk and tried to get clarification on her lodging situation. Maybe she had gotten mixed up and would be booking with another of her friends. "Valery Mueller, checking in," she said, blatantly butting ahead of her less prestigious classmates.
Rolling her eyes at the audacity of Valery but accepting it nonetheless, the front desk attendee typed her information in. "We didn't get a specific roommate request from you so we paired you up with another student who had no one pair with them," she explained. That couldn't be right. Valery had told her friends to figure out who would want to share a room with her and make the arrangements. That way there would be no need for her to do any work herself. Additionally, she knew her friends would spend a lot of time arguing which of them got the privilege of bunking with her. But it seemed those morons had messed this up.
"Who am I assigned to," Valery asked.
"Braiden Hill," the hotel employee read off her screen. Valery's eyes showed a look of horror.
"Thanks for agreeing to share a room with me," Braiden himself said as he stood nearby. "I was worried I would end up in a room all by myself."
The guy was five feet and maybe two inches tall, making him shorter than Valery. Probably weighed less than her too considering how little muscle mass he had. They had been in the same fitness class previously and she had seen him struggle to lift weight-less barbells.
Valery turned back to the front desk attendee. "I am not going to spend one second alone in a room with this Naurto-loving loser, let alone sleep in the same room. Look at me. I'm the hottest girl in the school and I'm ashamed this freak had the audacity to speak to me at all. I don't care what you have to do, get me another roommate. I'll take a room all to myself if need be," she said with fiery eyes.
As the hotel employee typed on her computer, Valery grew angrier. Braiden had no friends in the class. Even the nerdy guys tended to avoid him and he had learned to keep to himself. Why would he even come on this trip? Back when they were still in school, a guy could have accidentally shown up at school naked, revealing to everyone he had a two-inch dick then admitted he had a crush on our eighty-two-year-old lunch lady and peed himself before getting an obvious boner while he cried giving a speech in front of the whole school regarding why he still sleeps with his Rainbow Bright plushies. Even after all of that, he still would easily say, "At least I'm not Braiden Hill."
"We have no rooms available. You'll have to get someone to agree to switch rooms with you," the front desk attendee informed her.
Valery gave out an angry grunt and stormed off. She proceeded to try and convince, threaten, bribe, and even seduce as many people as she could find to switch rooms with her. None would budge. She had even been willing to share a room with Greg, who was insisting on playing 'Dear Evan Hansen' in the room non-stop for the whole trip. But he refused.
Valery went back to the front desk and tried to pull the 'Do you know who my father is' act. After a nearby student point out, "Isn't your dad an assistant manager at a Budget car rental," she knew she was fucked. She took the key and put on another act of pure hatred for the world. But slowly she walked to her hotel room.
Entering the room, she found Braiden lying on one half of the bed, looking at something on his phone. He glanced up and opened his mouth to say something to her, but she beat him to the punch. "Somehow I know this is your fault you jackass. You probably think this arrangement will result in you getting to see me naked or even getting a blow job. Well, let me tell you right here and now. Nothing of the sort will ever be happening. Now get out of the bed. You're sleeping on the floor," she said combatively.
Braiden sat his phone down gently. "I'm sorry Valery. But I'm not going to do that. We can share the bed. I promise I will behave," he replied calmly. Valery's eyes darted around the room. There were no other options other than the bed and the floor. Why did the room have to have a single queen-sized bed and not two separate ones?
"You tell no one about us sharing the bed and the second I feel you try and cop a feel, I'll put my fist into your face," she threatened. He nodded in reply and went back to his phone.
Valery was rather exhausted after being so frantic in the lobby so she resigned to joining him on the bed. Albeit at the very edge of her side of it. She got her own phone out and cursed as she found her battery had run out. Dinner wouldn't be for another two hours. Grabbing the remote she thought to find something on the TV to occupy her mind.
"The TV is broken. It's only getting one channel. I called the front desk and they said there's nothing they can do about it for now," Braiden informed her.
