I pointed to where, in the early morning light, one could barely make out two figures coming off the beach. As they got closer, it became clear that one had a pink shirt and cornrows. And that's when I learned that, despite her size and usually laid-back demeanor, Rose Guerrera is not, under any circumstances, someone you want to mess with. As she marched forward, hands on hips, both I and Chastity's latest British boy, this one in a blue polo shirt, recoiled. Only Chastity seemed unaware of the impending danger and stood her ground, hanging her cornrowed head with a look that was half guilty, half glazed over.
"Chastity!" Rose bellowed. "Do you have any IDEA what time it is?"
Chastity wobbled slightly, then righted herself and mumbled something.
"What?" Rose barked. The British boy looked like he was planning to make a run for it, which, at the moment, was an idea I was contemplating myself.
"Ahh, 3:00?" Chastity said. Suicide, suicide!!
"It's 7:00, Chastity," Rose hissed. "At least. The club closed at 5:00 and since then we have been walking all over this island looking for you. We went to the hotel. We went back to the club. We pretty much almost got mugged and raped on the way there. And now the sun is up and we came thisclose to calling the police even though that would be the end of our SYA experience. So no, Chastity. It's not 3:00."
"Sorry," said Chastity. But Rose had already rounded on her next victim, the British guy, who looked, I thought, like a deer caught in the headlights of a Mack truck.
We all held our breath as Rose sized him up. Whatever she was formulating, it was going to be good. Unfortunately, we didn't get to hear it since the British guy, sensing his impending doom, began to splutter nervously and back away.
"Sorry, did you say it was 7:00?" He faked a look at his watch, sweat trickling off his brow.
"God, look at that, well, I'm terribly sorry, but I have to hurry back before the rents wake up. It was... ah, it was nice meeting you girls!" And with one last desperate look at Chastity, he turned on his heels and ran for his life down the beach, a cloud of sand being kicked up in his wake.
Chastity was given the silent treatment all the way home. In the room, she began to stutter an excuse starting with the classic, “No really, guys, I just thought…”
“CHASTITY!!” Rose thundered, “You get in that bed and go the fuck to sleep!”
Chastity obeyed. So did I. I didn’t want to risk doing anything that would further contaminate Rose’s mood.
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