"You've been waiting for twelve years. You should be mad. Ask me, why I left without a word? Why I didn't say goodbye? Why I didn't contact you at all? Am I not worried about you? You shouldn't say you're worried of me. I'm wrong. And I don't deserv...
I finish my make up and get ready to go downstairs with my bag. I take the luggage in one hand, sling up my handbag in another before grabbing my sandals.
By the way, my full outfit:
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When I am downstairs, Ryan is already sitting on the couch, focus on his phone and waiting for me.
"Did you wait long? Why don't you tell me?"
"Because we're not in a rush. It's okay."
He walks up to me and holds my luggage handle.
He is just simply wearing a white shirt with a blue flannel on top of it but what makes it looks hotter is when he rolls up the flannel sleeves. My type.
"Let's go." He starts walking with my luggage and his bag in his other hand so I take my cue to get the house key car key along with us. Ryan put our bags inside the trunk and help me lock the house door. Then, he put the keys in the jar on the rack beside me.
He starts driving through the town and I still don't know yet where we're going.
I waited for him to tell me because I figured it should be a surprise so I didn't ask. He won't tell me even if I do though.
After we've been on the road for 1 hour, which I didn't expect, because I thought we would go somewhere nearer, we arrive at a town. I look out the window the see the neighbourhood but Ryan doesn't show any sign that we will stop here because he doesn't even slow down his car to look around the neighbourhood.
At the end of the street, he takes the corner and he slows down the car a little. I look outside and see a high school with huge field as its attraction.
He gives a signal and turn the car into the school gate. "Whose school?" I ask as I know this is not his previous school. We're not in New Jersey.
