I snort.
“Do you care about anything else?” I ask, looking back to where he’s sitting.
“Not really,” he says and we both laugh.
“You’re basically a walking STD,” I shoot back, half-laughing.
Derek doesn’t even flinch. “Come on, Aspen, lighten up. Maybe we’ll find you a new girl. Or at least, one that won’t make you act like a love-struck idiot.”
Yeah. If only it was that easy.
Leave it to Derek to fit the ‘typical man’ stereotype. He’s ruining it for the rest of us. No wonder women think we’re all pigs.
“Lighten up, maybe we can find you your mystery girl or at least a different one to help you forget about her,” he adds.
Maybe.
Derek is a bit of a playboy and so is my brother. Both of them are totally fine with hooking up with any women they see and almost make it a competition on who can sleep with more. Not literally, but they might as well at this point.
I, on the other hand, have never really been into that. I’ve always focused on snowboarding and work. I wouldn’t mind hookingup with a girl here and there, it just never happens. Colorado girls aren’t really my type anyway. They’re usually pretty tom-boyish and are all the same: independent and outdoorsy. There’s nothing wrong with that but I love a beautiful girl who feels feminine and sexy - who is independent, but loves to be treated like a princess.
Every woman should be treated like a princess.
Everest saunters to the car and hops in, placing the 24-pack of beers on my lap.
“Alright fellas, now let's go find some bitches,” Everest says. I roll my eyes while he shifts the gear to drive.
Ten minutes later, we arrive at the resort. I look around, wondering what we’re doing here. Maybe Everest forgot something? What could he have possibly forgotten here that he needs before tomorrow?
Everest parks in front of one of the cabins and I immediately get that gut feeling. No locals would throw a party here. It’s all tourists and rich assholes. Fuck.
He grabs the case of beer from my lap.
“By the way, who’s party is this?” I ask Everest.
“Some chick I found on Tinder. She’s hot, her name’s Gen,” He says. “Nothing to worry about big bro, it’s gonna be fun.”
Of course. Leave it to Everest to put us in some weird situation. He’s not even legally allowed to be on Tinder. I should have expected it with him, so I don’t know why I’m surprised. I thought he was invited by a friend or someone he knows.
Tonight might be the night I die.
I better say a little prayer.
“So you don’t even know this person? What if she catfished you?” I ask.
He just chuckles, “I guess we’ll have to find out.”
Oh boy. This night better not go downhill. At this point, I’m just hoping that we don’t get kidnapped or something. We may be grown adults but there are crazy people out there in this world.
Derek and I follow Everest, who’s just walking around the resort’s lodging looking at the numbers on each cabin.
I glance around for a second. I don’t see many cars here and don’t hear any loud music. I wonder if this party is good or not? It’s definitely not a rager…not sure if I should be relieved about that or not.
I go with my gut on this one and my gut tells me I need to get out of here.
Everest stops at the cabin that reads 222.
An angel number, which means the stars aligned - we’re at the right place at the right time. I’m pretty into astrology, but that doesn’t change my gut feeling.
