supernova

bonus chapter #3

The drive from Boston to our hometown in New York wasn't many more than six hours.

It had been three years since Atlas and I had started dating. It had been two years since he asked me to marry him. It had been nine months since we bought a house. It had been six months since we had gotten married and moved in. It took sometime to move in because of a couple renovations. We were currently in the process for adoption.

"Are you ready?" I called to my husband getting ready in the hotel bathroom.

"STOP RUSHING ME, ARABELLA!" He yelled.

"I'm NOT RUSHING YOU, ATLAS! IM SIMPLY TELLING YOU TO RUSH!" I swear to fucking god. We were going to be late to our ten year high school fucking reunion.  

"You telling me to rush isn't rushing me?" He asked. I almost kicked down the bathroom door then.

"YOU SHOULD BE RUSHING YOURSELF! WE ARE LATE!" I called.

"Relax, love." I let out an over-dramatic breath as he got out of the bathroom. "I'm ready, okay?" He smiled that stupid cheeky smile that made me forget how mad I was at him every other time he was late to things: dinner reservations, parties, appointments, etc.

"Why are you always late?" I asked as we walked out our hotel room. I hated being late and he was usually fashionably late.

"Do you wanna see your old biology teacher you thought was pretty that bad?" He teased and I lightly smacked his forearms.

"Oh my god! Atlas..." I started when I saw a smirk on his face. "...he wasn't just pretty. He was beautiful." That wiped the smirk right off. 

"Haha, true," He said dryly. He knew I didn't actually mean it and was messing with him.

"Come on," I lightly elbowed his side. "Just because I think he's beautiful doesn't mean I think he's more gorgeous than you." Atlas smiled at that.

"I know, remember? You told me I was the most beautiful man you have laid eyes on." He didn't add the most important part.

"Yea, except for Rome Flynn. We've been over this before Atlas! I get Rome, and you get Amita Suman."

"Of course, of course," He smiled. "Well, do you want to finally get going?" He asked me, as if he hadn't been the one who was late.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "I've been saying we should get going, you ass." I grabbed his wrist and led him out to hotel room.

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I was nervous. I was insanely nervous. We parked in the lot we parked in ten years ago. Rainberry High had not changed, almost.

The exterior was the exact same, just some of the bricks looked newer. The interior was different. The walls, which has been a faded white ten years ago, were now a crisp ice white with two clean horizontal periwinkle stripes going through the wall next to each other.

"Hey, I'm going to go to the bathroom, alright? I'll meet you in the gym," He said as we walked by the bathroom.

"Alright. I'll see you there," I smiled at him and let go of his hand as I walked into the gym. I saw Michael and Leslie, his girlfriend, and walked over to them.

Leslie Vargas smiled at me, holding her hands out for me as I leaned into the hug and pulled her close. She had wavy dark brown hair with matching eyes and brown skin. She stood a couple inches shorter than me at five-four, but she wore heels more often than not, so it never felt like it unless I was also wearing heels. 

"Arabella!" She squealed. I gave Michael a quick hug too. "Where's Atlas?" She asked.

"Oh, he went to the bathroom. He'll be here in a couple." I looked around the gym before my eyes landed on someone. "What the hell is he doing here?" I asked Michael. "He was barely here for a year." I never wanted to see Derek Sawyer again.