Page 89 of Rival Summer

Need a favor

Bailey

Don’t you still owe me from the last favor?

Me

I need another. It’s important.

Bailey

I’m listening

Me

Can you get Chandler to the ball? Make sure she goes. I’m going to do my best to try to make it there and surprise her.

Bailey

Maybe I have a date

Me

Do you?

Bailey

No. I had two dates until about two hours ago. They found out about each other and decided to go together instead

…Without me

Me

Perfect

Bailey

Fine but you owe me double. Guess I can manage showing up with a baddie on my arm.

Me

Touch her and I’ll kill you

Bailey

Relax man I got it

Sinking back into the seat, I allowed myself to finally let out the breath I’d been holding.

The plane's tires screeched against the tarmac, jolting me from my restless thoughts. Around me, passengers rustled in their seats and the cabin filled with the clatter of opening overhead compartments.

"Please remain seated until the seatbelt sign has been turned off," the flight attendant directed through the intercom.

Her words did little to keep me in line. I stood up, ignoring the sideways glances as I edged into the aisle. The wait seemed endless, a barricade between me and the girl I desperately needed to get to. I checked the time on my phone with nervous energy, knowing the ball was about to start. My fingers drummed against the handle of my carry-on bag. Every second felt like an eternity.

I finally began to move, each step towards the exit a step towards hope. Each moment bringing me closer to seeing the girl I loved, the one who’d been right in front of me all this time. I may have been a dumbass when it came to her, but I was hoping from this moment on I could get it right, or keep trying to make things right as long as she’d let me.

"Thank you," I whispered to the flight attendant as I stepped off the plane, sprinting through the airport terminal. Urgency propelled me forward until I finally reached my truck.

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