"Grandma's little girl."
I woke up at about 6 am. Christian was dead ass sleep. I got out the bed without making noise. I opened a drawer and saw mine and Christian's wallet. I opened Christian's wallet and smiled at his I.D picture. How did he manage to look sexy in an I.D picture. He had about 550 dollars and I took it and put it in my wallet. I feel really bad, but I don't know if I have enough for a plane ticket to Florida and honestly if he was woke he wouldn't mind to much except for I was using the money to leave him. I pulled open the door and walked out. Got passed Christian, now, just out the front door. I walked out and called a cab company, google knows all. The cab came and I told the man to take me to the airport. It was to easy to get passed Christian, I packed a small bag earlier. The cab driver was about mid 50's and he was going bald, he looked greasy and made a few ass bag remarks about my boobs and age, but turned out to be nice and is married to a woman named Olivia and two daughters, Jennifer and Sage. His name is Ronaldo. He pulled up to the airport and I paid him and walked up to the front desk.
"Flight to Jacksonville," I asked.
"Ok, that's $598.00," I gave her the money and she gave me the ticket.
"You take off in an hour," I was right, I did need Christian's money, he shouldn't carry so much at once anyways. I need clothes and food, I walked into the gift shop and picked up a black long sleeve sweater and some gray sweats.
"Can I help you," a boy asked when I picked up the sweats.
"No, but thanks," I hadn't even looked at him. I walked up to cashier and I could tell she was a vampire, I don't know maybe it was the silent hiss she was sneaking me.
"You've been marked, but how? Only pure bloods can do that and why would a pure blood mark a human," it was more thinking out loud.
"No clue what you're talking 'bout, but this is all I'm buying," I set the clothes on the table she rung em up and I handed her my card. She gave me it back and a bag with clothes in it.
Christian's calling, should I answer? Yepp. I walked and sat in a Starbucks he'll call again, sure enough my phone is vibrating.
"Hey babe what's up," I know this is gonna be bad, so, I'll just lie.
{Kylie! WHERE ARE YOU!} yelling much?
"Calm down, I'm at the mall with a busted ear drum," I know I'm a liar, but if he knows then he can come after me.
{So that's where my money went?}
"Yeah sorry, my dad hadn't brung enough clothes and you said I couldn't go home," I walked up to the lady in line. "Hey call you back," I hung up. "Can I have a French Vanilla latte and a chocolate chip muffin." I order the same every time. I paid and she gave me the drink and muffin. I walked out because I have about thirty minutes and I security took forever to get through. I sat in the less then comfy airport chairs eating the muffin which was so good I swear I moaned. I sipped the drink slowly because it was a bit to hot. I grabbed my bag and walked to the bathroom. I put on the clothes shoving the ones I had on into my bag. I walked out.
"Oh, a girl who can change her clothes quickly," who the fuck?
"Excuse me?" I turned to a man in a business suit. He looked about 20 and was kinda handsome but not like Christian handsome, but handsome. He had his hand held out.
"Tyler, Tyler Bryant," I ignored it.
"Kylie Janes," he took his hand back.
"Are you here alone or what," he asked.
"Yeah my BOY FRIEND is in Florida and I'm going to go meet him," easy lie, and yeah I had to emphasize the words boy and friend.
"Oh Florida? Miami," he asked.
