"I should have known... You cannot trust men. Oh, Claire, I'm so sorry!"

      Taylor had been rambling on about how stupid Shawn was for doing that and that I deserves better for a full ten minutes.

  She took me back to my hotel room, like she had said before.

"Clover." I softly said.

"What?" Taylor looked at me confused.

"Do you mind calling me Clover? I went by that name before I started dating Shawn." I explained.

"Oh, sure." Taylor's eyes gave me a sorry look.

"This is it." I told Taylor's driver and I pointed to the hotel.

He pulled over to the side of the road and Taylor and I got out.

"I'll be back in a few minutes." She told her driver.

    Taylor and I walk up to the hotel room.

  She stopped and looked at me like there was a ghost in the room.

"You and Shawn were going to share a hotel room? Cla- Clover, that's a huge step in a relationship."

"With two separate beds." I pointed out.

"Please, it would have ended up with the two of you in one of those beds."

"I know what you're thinking, so I'll stop you right there. Shawn and I were really close friends when we were younger; In fact his sister Aaliyah is one of my closest friends. I have slept over with Shawn multiple times and nothing happened. I know Shawn more than anyone else and he would never do anything to me that I didn't want him to."

Taylor coughed.

"Really?"

"What am I even saying?" I plopped down onto the bed and became teary eyed.

"Look, I'm sorry... You're a really nice girl and I don't want to see you get hurt. If Shawn is going to do things behind your back, then he's not the one. Just think things through tonight, okay?" She gave me a hug.

  "And if you ever need anything, here's my number." Taylor wrote her number down on a paper that was sitting on the nightstand.

"Thanks." I force a smile.

"I know you will make the right decision." Taylor told me and then she was out the door, leaving me alone.

I sat on the bed and cried for a few minutes, before my stomach rumbled.

   Throughout all of the 'exciting' events of the night, I forgot to eat anything.

  I grabbed the phone and called for room service to bring the finest meal that they had, up to my room.

A knock on the door and I opened it up to see a man pushing a cart with my food on it.

"The finest meal we have, my lady."

"Do you mind bringing it in for me and setting it up?" I gesture to my sling.

"Of course." He walked in and began to set the platters on a table.

"Will that be all?"

"Actually, no. I do however have a strange request..." I walked over to Shawn's things.

"Is it possible for you to keep this persons luggage elsewhere until tomorrow when it's checkout time?"

"Tomorrow at checkout time? It shows here that you're supposed to stay for another three nights." The man held up a piece of paper that was on the cart.

"Oh..." I had only thought Shawn and I were only spending a night in L.A.

"I think tomorrow we'll be leaving though. I'll let you know."

"Thank you. Would you still like me to take the luggage elsewhere?"

"Yes." I led him to all of Shawn's bags and he carried them out of the room, leaving me alone once again.

I picked up my phone and I went straight to Shawn's contact, but before I pressed call my phone rang and Shawn's name appeared on the screen.

Speak of the devil himself.

"Hello?" I answer the call.

"Clover, I-"

"It's Claire. And are you more sober now?" I asked impatiently.

"Yes." He said quietly.

"Good. I want to ask why you booked this hotel room for four nights? Are you crazy?!"

"I wanted to show you around. I thought we could be like tourists for the rest of the time we were here, you know?"

"You're so delusional! We would be seen together and that would ruin your whole act with Camila. Just so you know I'll be leaving tomorrow morning and I had your luggage taken out of the room, so either way if you decide to stay or leave, you will have to go up to the front desk and ask for it. Goodbye, Shawn." I hung up the phone and wouldn't let him say another word to me.

So here I am left all alone...

   Eating a fine meal of steak and mashed potatoes.

  Food is supposed to be comforting, but in that moment it only made me feel sick.

Written by themuffinbenito and yes my account is back up! Thank you so much for all the support we've gotten on this book! We really are glad to be writing again ❤️