Truth or Dare by Reshonda Tate Billingsley

“Anytime,” she said as she flipped over.
    â€œCome on,” I told Sheridan. “I’m going to go change and then we can go look for this girl. And when I find her, I’m going to give her a piece of my mind for messing up my vacation like this.”
    â€œ If we find her,” Sheridan said.
    â€œWill you stop being so negative? We’re going to find her, and when we find her, I’m going to cuss her little slutty behind out.”
    I put my shades on and sashayed toward the elevator, hoping that this didn’t take too long so I could come back and relax by the pool.

Chapter 9
    T his was not the way I had planned to spend my day.
    â€œWhich one is it?” Sheridan said.
    I could tell she was irritated, but shoot, so was I. “I don’t know,” I said, looking at the two hotels. “I just remember it’s one of these. I can’t remember the name, but he said he was staying at the hotel on the corner of Eldorado and Caprica. So we’ll just check both hotels.”
    â€œLike they’re really going to give you information on a hotel guest,” she said, jumping out of the way just as a bicyclist almost ran her over.
    â€œGirl, this is Cancun, they don’t have the same kind of regulations.”
    â€œThis is ridiculous,” she muttered.
    â€œYou’re the one that insisted we do this, so come on!” I said, pulling her toward the first hotel. We went inside and I marched straight up to the front desk. “Hi, I’m looking for a Carson Wells.”
    â€œDo you know what room he’s in?” the clerk asked, as she began tapping some keys on her computer.
    â€œNo, I don’t,” I said. “Can you just look and see if you have a guest by that name?”
    The front desk clerk continued tapping away on the computer, and I gave Sheridan the eye to say, See, I told you.
    â€œI’m sorry, we don’t have a guest here by that name,” the clerk said.
    I frowned. “Are you sure?”
    â€œI’m positive.”
    I hesitated, thinking, then said, “Okay, are the kids from Fulton County in Atlanta here?”
    â€œNo, we don’t have any of the spring breakers here,” the woman said. “We were booked for a technology conference.”
    â€œOkay. Thank you,” I said, grabbing Sheridan’s hand and making my way back out. “Let’s go across the street and check out the other hotel. It has to be that one.”
    Sheridan reluctantly followed me and we repeated the scenario. I stood at the desk as the clerk tapped away. “Sorry, we don’t have a Carson Wells here.”
    â€œWhat?” I said. “No, but he has to be here. This has to be the hotel.” I looked around. “The one where he said he was staying. Is this where Fulton County students are, the kids from Atlanta?”
    The woman clicked again. “Yep.”
    â€œWell, then, there.” I tapped her computer. “Carson Wells, check again.”
    â€œI’m sorry, but we don’t have anybody here by that name.” She pointed to a tall, lanky man standing at the end of the counter. “Talk to that guy. He’s one of the chaperones for the trip for students from Fulton County.”
    â€œThank you,” I said, quickly making my way down to the edge of the counter.
    I tapped him on the shoulder. “Excuse me, sir.”
    â€œYes, ma’am, how may I help you?” the man said, turning toward me.
    â€œYeah, I’m trying to find one of your students. You are from Fulton County, aren’t you?”
    The man nodded. “Yes.”
    â€œWell, I need to get in touch with one of your students.”
    He let out a loud sigh. You could tell the students had been working his nerves. “Who is it, and what did they do now?”
    â€œOh, no. It’s not that at all,” I said. “I just need to talk to him. It’s very important.”
    â€œWell, who