AR Day 4 - This sucks

You go back into the lodge, not holding hands with Adella.

"If it isn't Adella, my nemesis," you say bitterly as you go back inside.

"Riley, my worst enemy," Adella replies in a similarly wooden vocie. She shakes her fist at you.

"I guess we should go do things in separate rooms so we don't fight," you say.

"A fight that I would win," Adella says.

She probably would. She is taller and stronger. You sadly watch her walk away. You know this is not the end of the world... you were just enjoying being lovey dovey with her and kind of looking forward to tonight.

You groan and glare at Michelle.

"You ruin everything," you accuse her.

"And this is why I don't want daughters," Michelle says to Motoko, who nods in agreement. Motoko goes to talk to Bee, and you confront Michelle.

"You're just jealous of my wicked hot girlfriend," you tell her.

Michelle rolls her eyes. "That must be it. Riley, my job is to look out for you. That's what I'm doing."

You know that. You are just pissed.

"You have a big chance here," she tells you. "Don't screw it up."

"What kind of chance?" you ask.

"There will be an announcement tomorrow. Just relax. Go sit in the sauna or something."

You don't want to sit in a sauna unless Adella is there, and Adella is already mingling with some other girls. You watch her sadly.

"Fine. I hate you. You aren't my real mom," you say to Michelle, who blows you a kiss and walks away.

You find Beth, Lara, and Duni in the main room, doing their nails. You join them.

"Is everything all right?" Lara asks. She has a look on her face like she knows exactly what happened.

"It's fine," you tell her, watch Beth do Duni's toenails. She is not good at nails.

"Want me to do you?" Lara asks.

"What?"

She holds up a bottle of nail polish.

"Oh," you say. "OK." You take off your socks and pretend not to notice the sensual way she handles your feet as she paints your toenails. It's relaxing... but you are still annoyed.

Lara finishes one toe and gently runs her fingers over your foot.

"Looks good," she says. "Your feet are as cute as the rest of you."

"Thanks." No one has ever complimented your feet before, but Lara's obvious with her flirting. You are too pissed off to even be embarrassed, let alone tempted, but your temper settles down as she paints your nails, and hanging out with Beth and her squad is relaxing.

You join them for dinner, and Adella texts you.

I HATE YOU NEMESIS!!!

You text back I HATE YOU MOAR!

She replies: I HATE YOU SO MUCH I JUST WANT TO...

You turn bright red as you keep reading what she describes in detail. It's graphic enough that you have to shield your phone with your hand so no one else sees. You look up at Adella, who is looking at you from across the dining room with that sultry look like she just wants to bend you over something right there.

This is brutal. It's dark outside, and after dinner the girls are going to watch scary movies in the fireplace room. How romantic would it have been to cuddle with Adella by the fire? You hate this new league.