"There you go, Pumpkin," my dad smiles, taking my last bag out of his car.
"I'm going to miss your annoying ass," I ruffle Sam's hair.
"And take nice care of my car," I glare at him.
"Yes ma'am," he grins.
I hug him tightly and ruffle his hair again once he pulls away.
I turn around and hug my dad.
"Take care, Kiddo," he laughs.
I grab my bags and watch as they both get into his car.
I smile and wave as the car pulls away and drives off, leaving me in front of the airport.
When I walk in, I check the time, seeing that I have ten minutes left.
My eye catches the back of someone's head.
Zac?
I blink a few time, but when the person turns around, it doesn't look like him at all.
I realize that I've stopped in my tracks and I feel embarrassed.
When I look around, I'm in luck, since no one saw me stopping in the middle of the airport, staring at some random person.
I carry on walking and soon enough, I board the plane.
The guy from the airport that looked like Zac, is sitting a few seats in front on the other side of the isle.
I try to tell myself that it isn't him, that I saw it wasn't him, but I wish it was.
Sighing in defeat, I look out the window.
But every now and then my eyes dart back to his head.
I still haven't figured out what I'm supposed to do with the fact that Zac was doing underground boxing.
Ignore it?
Forget about him?
Looking around I see an old lady take a seat next to me.
I give her a small smile when she looks at me.
"You remind me of my grandaughter," she says.
I let out small laugh.
"What makes me remind you of her?" I ask.
"Your smile, she also has big cheeks and two dimples like you," she laughs.
Her smile makes me smile.
The rest of the flight to Los Angles, I listen to her speak about stories from all her years when she was my age.
"I also met my husband when I was you're age," she smiles.
"How did you meet?" I ask.
"He and I went to the same school and we went to same art class, but he was much better with the paint brushes than I was," she replies.
"As soon as I met him, I knew he was the one and even though we had a huge fight and didn't see one another for a year, we met again and just two years later, we got married," she smiles at the memory.
"Oh, looks like we've landed," she chuckles and stand a up.
"Thank you, Betty," I have learned her name to be.
"You're welcome, Emily," she smiles.
"Emma," I inform her.
"Oh, my grandaughter's name was Emily, I'm sorry," she laughs.
When we part ways I soon find myself in a cab.
I smile realizing that once Betty had sat next to me, I forgot about the guy in the plane.
"We're here," the cab driver says.
I hand him the amount I owe him for the drive, then walk over to the trunk of the car, taking out all my bags.
I watch the cab driver leave and soon I'm left at the curb, infornt I the entrance to UCLA.
Smiling at the fresh start, I walk in.
New beginnings
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Teen Fiction❝ "Thanks, cupcake," he smirks. "Don't call me that," I say and pay attention to the teacher, now reading a new chapter. "Don't act like you don't like it," he chuckles and leans back in his seat. The nerve of this guy. ❞ *** Zac is the new guy that...
