I hesitate again and glance around the airport. People are milling about, minding their own business. I still have a half hour to kill. I lick my lips and look back at my phone. It’s so easy to talk to Kelsie again. It was always like that, every time we met up. We just fall back into step with each other.
Slowly, I start typing again.Yup. Meeting up with an ex.
If it’s that dumbass model from two years ago, Jacob, I swear to god...
Lol. She wasn’t that bad.
She was EXACTLY that bad. She uses the hashtag #skinnygirlproblems on ALL OF HER POSTS. ALL OF THEM.
I snort.Okay, fine. She was that bad.
So who’s the new girl?
I hesitate. My heart is doing gymnastics in my chest, and I’m biting my lip so hard, I’m going to draw blood.
I don’t know what to type, so finally I just go to the screenshot that I saved of the picture of Travis walking his dog, say a prayer to a god I don’t believe in, and send it to her.
The next five seconds are some of the longest in my life. I wait, clutching my phone, then—
SHUT THE FUCK UP.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW!?!?!
HE
IS
GORGEOUS!!!!!!!!!!!
The words are followed by a GIF of a girl fainting.
My cheeks go bright red.Omg, lol, chill out,I type.It’s not a big deal.
(It’s a huge fucking deal.)
IT’S A HUGE FUCKING DEAL!!! You have blown my mind right now, for real. Travis fucking KEEPING!
?? Do you follow F1 now?
No, but I don’t live under a rock. He just won the championship, didn’t he? It was in all the papers here. And he’s BANANAS hot.
I bite into my lip, fighting a stupid smile. I feel sort of shaky with relief and adrenaline, like after you get off of a really crazy roller coaster. IknewKelsie wouldn’t care.
And she’s right. Travis is bananas hot.
Are you two dating?!!?!?she asks.
We were, yeah, before the crash.
What happened?
Parents found out,I type.
THOSE STONE AGE FUCKERS. Did they make you break up with him???
I wince.Ahh. Not really. Sort of fucked it up on my own.I pause, then add,Trying to fix it now, though.
Hence the London trip?
