Page 4 of Wants and Needs
“I will,” I murmur, returning the hug. Then I hurry to step out of the car with Ru right on my heels.
I see all my bags already on a little cart, and for some reason I can’t meet my friends’ eyes.
There are too many emotions running rampant inside me at the moment, and I need to get a good grip on them.
“Take care of yourself,” he says, in his emotionless lord voice that has me shaking my head at the ground.
“You have to be happy, Ru,” I whisper, then after a deep breath, I can finally look up and throw my arms over Ru’s shoulders. “You have to tell him about the Lord, Ru,” I say right by his ear. “He’s one of the good ones, I can tell.”
“I know,” is all he says.
“See you on Thanksgiving,” I tell him, stepping back. My words ring with certainty, because I’ve seen the way he looks at Nate—for him, he’ll find a way to be in New York.
I know they’ve got a lot of things to figure out, but I believe they will.
“Good afternoon,Mr. Din, we’re happy to have you on board today,” the flight attendant tells me with a gorgeous smile gracing her soft face.
I instantly smile back, though I’m always taken aback when flight attendants greet you by name when you’re in first class.
“Thank you,” I murmur, and follow her to my seat.
“If you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask,” she says as she gestures to my seat.
Unlike on my flight over, this plane only has four seats per row in first class, which means I opted for one of the single window seats. It’s both aisle and window, andperfectsince it’s on the second row.
As I walk by the first row I can’t help but notice the huge dark brown messy bun on top of a teenage girl. I can never understand how women can make it look stylish, and when I keep staring for another moment, the girl looks up and gives me a glare.
I instantly understand why, she’s a recognizable person. If you know anything about pop culture, then you know who she is.
London Trent, daughter of legendary musicians Samantha Sawyer and Ed Trent.
To say they’re a famous family would be an understatement, so I quickly look away and hope I didn’t make her feel uncomfortable.
Instead I focus on the flight attendant again, who isn’t smiling as brightly anymore, and look down to see her name tag.
“Thank you, Ally,” I murmur, then get to work on putting my carry-on in the overhead compartment.
I quickly take my seat, and then I watch more passengers coming in and being greeted by Ally and another male flight attendant. I thought I was the first one to get on the plane, but clearly that’s not the case.
Maybe London is being escorted by the flight attendant? Isn’t that a service you can get when children fly without their parents?
I’m pretty sure it is, but she has to be old enough to fly on her own... oh, who cares.
Just by experiencing life near some of my friends, I know how annoying it can be when people don’t let them live their lives.
CJ is the most glaring example, and the most recent.
He got his inheritance almost two years ago, when he turned twenty-eight, and then made a bunch of donations that got him a lot of unwanted attention—and that’s what happens when a new billionaire wants to get rid of his money.
Then there’s Adam. He’s been on national television since high school, years before I met him and CJ at Cavendish University, because of his grandfather, aunt, and father. They’re all part, or have been part, of the National Football League, and so Adam has never had an anonymous life. Even during classes, sometimes, other students would ask him for autographs right in the middle of the auditorium. It was intense, and it’s nothing compared to what it’s like now when he makes the mistake of walking down a street in Manhattan.
London isn’t famous for herself, but for who her parents are, and I can only imagine how annoying it must be for her not to be able to be a normal teenager.
A loud voice steals my attention from where I was staring at the monitor in front of my seat.
“It’s always a good day when I get to see you, Ally,” a man who has to be over sixty booms, and his belly bounces with an over-the-top laugh.
He seems harmless enough, but as Ally leads him down the other aisle and gestures to the seat next to London, his gaze latches onto her with an interest that has me on alert immediately.
