ೃ⁀➷ In the year 1994,
Maya Bennet travels to New York to attend a famous music festival, Woodstock. After stumbling into the wrong tent when searching for her lost boyfriend, she has an odd interaction with a handsome mysterious stranger. A year l...
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We've only been parked for five minutes, and I'm almost positive I just watched Rizzo wrap her seatbelt around her neck as if it was a noose when I glanced up at the rearview mirror.
"So he had one on his ring finger?" She sighs with her bottom lip poked out as we talk about my interaction with Gage earlier today. "This isn't fair. That was supposed to be me at the end of an aisle."
A laugh escapes my lips along with my words. "I don't know if it was a wedding ring. I just noticed the silver band when he placed his hand on the banister." I tell her, watching her shoulders slouch down. "Maybe it was a purity ring."
"Ugh!" She seems repulsed by the idea. "That's so much worse. Why would you even say that?" My eyes playfully roll at her statement. "Was he nice to you? They're usually assholes."
My head rocks back and forth a little. "Yeah, he was nice." Her eyes narrow when she hears my voice suddenly raise in pitch. "He was nice. He just didn't like Harry very much. There was this weird tension. I can't explain it."
"Tension?" She repeats me in distress. "I swear to God if Jagger fucks the cop before me I'm going to be pissed, Maya. I called dibs!" Her arms flail as she whines with her head rocked back.
"It wasn't sexual tension! It was like..." I look out of the window as my eyes narrow and brows furrow as I try to find the right words to say. "I don't really know. Harry started it I think. He was weird, but like, weirder than he usually is."
"Weird?" She repeats me. "What do you mean?"
"Boo!" The two of us suddenly jump up in shock as Zayn swings the car door open and bends down in a scream until our conversation is interrupted by fear and gasps from his movements. "I got you good scaredy-cats." He smiles, feeling pleased with himself.
"Go to hell Zayn!" Rizzo shouts with her hand held over her heart, trying to catch her breath while my eyes pinch shut to calm the racing of my own.
"I was planning it but I'll make sure to save you a seat, brat." He winks at her before he looks back over at me with a smirk on his face. "You good, stoner? You almost jumped out of your seat."
I fold my arms over my chest and nod my head. "I'm fine. What took you guys so long?" My eyes narrow as I watch Harry lean down beside Zayn, a smile on his face when he finds my eyes. "I was getting a little worried."
"Long line." Zayn mumbles under his breath as he climbs into the back seat, immediately wrapping his arm around Rizzo while a dirty look stays plastered on her face. "Oh come on, Dani! Don't be lame. We're seeing a scary movie you're supposed to be scared. That's the fun of it."
