Chapter seventy-two:

The girls were sitting out on the balcony of the hotel, boredly awaiting the return of the guys so they could enjoy a bit of freedom.

They had gone out on the balcony to discuss the complete unfairness of being stuck inside with a body guard on a beautiful day, and being forbidden to leave his sight for more than five minutes.

The body guard was pleasant enough, but strictly enforced the rules that Isaac, Taylor, and Zac had set in place regarding the girls' protection. Although he had allowed them out on the balcony on their own with little persuasion.
The rules had been put into writing for clarification and the girls had spent all morning going over the rules, looking for loop-holes and chances to escape. However, none were found.
Christy was filing her nails once again, for lack of anything better to do, and Becky had decided to curl up on the floor in the corner of the balcony and paint her toe nails. 

Jenna was perched on the cement rail, wedged in between the side of the building and the safety barrier, looking down at the people below.
Christy sighed and put aside her nail file. If she filed her fingernails any more she wouldn't have any left. "This blows! I'm twenty three years old and I'm grounded to the hotel room."

For the first day with the new body-guard, the girls had been restricted to the hotel, and restricted further to Jenna and Taylor's room. And none of them were happy about it.

"You keep saying that." Becky pointed out. "It's not suddenly going to be untrue, you know? We're all miserable."

Christy rolled her eyes. "There's nothing to do! We're living like hermits! I mean, doesn't this count as like... being held captive against our wills?"

"They're doing this for our protection." Becky said, twisting the lid closed on her bottle of bubble-gum pink nail polish. "I mean, they wouldn't go to this extreme if they didn't feel it was necessary... And who knows? Maybe if we manage to behave they'll cut us some slack and give us some freedom."

"Yeah," Jen added. "But they're forgetting that I've never behaved a day in my life, and I don't intend to start."

"Look, Jen. The point is, that there are clearly some people out to get us, and maybe it's best if we just do what we're told and stay low-key."

"Yeah, but who's to say that these people actually intend on doing what they threaten to do? And who's to say that even if they come after us, that one single body-guard is going to stop them?" Christy asked.

Becky paused for a moment in thought.

"What floor are we on again?" Jenna asked suddenly.

"The fourth." Becky responded.

Jenna leaned over the railing and peered down. "You know, I bet I could climb down the fire escape..."

"No way! You'll break your neck!" Becky protested. "I don't think it's a good idea."

"I agree." Christy nodded. "It's dangerous, and as much as I hate being stuck here, if you get away, you're going to get us in a ton of shit."

Jenna shrugged. "Come on, guys. I'll be back before they even know I'm gone. I'll just sneak out, and pick up some magazines and I'll be back before the Isaac, Tay and Zac even get back."

"But we don't know what time they're coming home at." Becky exchanged glances with Christy. "Its a really bad idea."

“Well… what if I hit the liquor store?”

“That’s definitely not a good idea.” Becky rolled her eyes. “Remember the last time you drank?”

“Look, just cover me. Keep the bodyguard off the balcony and make him think I’m out here, and I’ll be back before anyone knows, okay? You won’t get in trouble because no one will find out.”

Becky sighed. “Fine. But if you get in shit, this is not going to be my fault!”

“Whatever.” Jen climbed over the railing and planted her feet on the fire escape. “I’m out of here.”

Before Becky and Christy could protest further, Jenna was gone.

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Isaac had picked up Christy from Jenna and Taylor’s room. After chatting briefly with the body guard and mentioning the plan for the next day, he followed Christy into the hall.

She paused outside their door, waiting for him to open it.

“Christy, can we talk?” He began.

“Can you open the door please?” She asked, attempting to seem bored and nonchalant.

“Not until you agree to talk to me about this.” He bartered.

She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Fine, I’ll go back to Jen’s room.”

“No, wait.” He sighed and pushed his key-card into the door. The alarm beeped and the door popped open. He patiently held the door open for her to step inside.

She immediately grabbed her pajamas and began bustling around the room.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to take a bath. Is that okay? Or do you need to watch me do that? I may drown in-what- a foot of water?” She spat walking into the bathroom.

Isaac sat on the edge of the bed, facing the open bathroom door. “Come on, Christy. I’m trying to do the best I can here.” He raised his voice to be heard over the running water. “I don’t have any options for your safety. I just want to make sure that you and the girls are kept safe, you know?”

Christy appeared in the doorway, with her long dark hair freshly pinned up.

“I know baby…” She slid into his lap. “I know you’re doing what you think is best, but it sucks. I’m twenty-three years old and I can’t go out and go shopping with my two best friends. It’s pathetic. I hate being robbed of my freedom, like that. I’m a very independent person and I like to have a little bit of freedom to go out and do things.” She loosened his tie. “I know I’ve been a real bitch lately, but I really hate the whole idea of being stuck with a bodyguard. When you told me that we were coming out here, I assumed it would be a great way to reconnect with my friends and spend some peaceful time with you… but clearly that isn’t going to happen, so I’m a little upset.”
”You can do all of those things.” He said, looping his arms around her.

“No, I can’t. You’re busy setting up for the tour, and we’re stuck with a body guard, who I just cant seem to picture following us around the mall all day while we shop for underwear and get our nails done.” She got up from his lap, and he reluctantly let her go.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to soak in the tub for five hours.”


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