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Too raw right now. Go sleep.
Well, that’s better than nothing, right?
Me
Please?
Quinn
Going into airplane mode.
And just like that, my present, what I thought was supposed to be my future, instantly becomes my past.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Quinn
I woke up this morning with a hangover from Hell which was not helped by two children running around playing the floor is lava.
Hours later, I ended up joining them to distract myself from the calls I was getting from Chloe.
To make it worse, Sophie tried calling me too.
The hell? How did she even get my number?
I was too angry to do anything and my stomach felt like it would implode, so by the time the car service came to grab me and drive me into Portland, I was more than ready to bounce.
Zane and Fallon tried to get me to stay and fix things, but I wasn’t even sure what that would look like and realized I just needed time, funny since the only reason I came to Seaside was for that.
Time. Fun. Relaxation. An adventure away from the drama of my life back home. I sighed and texted Chloe back.
Maybe I was being an ass, I mean I could call her and hear her out it just, maybe I’m being stubborn, maybe I’m an idiot, but you can’t just get a blow like that and then suddenly have one conversation and establish trust again, plus I’m still really freaked out I slept with Sophie. I’ve never been that guy, I mean, I slept around in high school, but I at least knew the person I was sleeping with… I wasn’t tricked.
Shit, I’m like Bathsheba, Sophie’s David.
Weird.
Gross.
Why am I bringing the Bible into this suddenly? And how do I even know that?
A voice sounds over the speaker. “Delta Flight 1254 en route to LA is now boarding the first-class cabin.”
I grab my duffel bag and slide my phone into my pocket and board the plane. I feel numb as I walk down to the plane, I’m even more numb as I find row number two and sit down, kicking my bag under the seat in front of me and staring out at the rainy Portland sky, of course it would be raining.
I grab my phone and see more missed texts and calls, okay so I lied and said I was in airplane mode, but once we’re done boarding, it won’t be a lie.
And my lie wasn’t near as big as hers.
I start typing out my thoughts like an inner journal, and the minute I start typing, it’s like I can’t stop.
I just wanted to get over a girl I loved that ended up with my best friend.
I just wanted space.
What I got?
Twins.
