ೃ⁀➷ 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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"So you know the plan?" I look over at Zayn and watch his head nod as he passes my cigarette to me. "Fleetwood Mac, The Stones, The Beatles, I don't give a fuck. Just talk and distract her."
"I got it, relax." He says with a cloud of smoking flowing out of his mouth along with his snappy words. "Is she a Stevie Nicks or Peter Green kind of girl? I can't remember." He leans his back against my car and my head rocks back at the idiotic question. "Stevie. I knew that."
I lift my sunglasses and push them back on my head until my hair is out of my face. Looking over through the window, I stare at Maya who looks stressed, placing all of her belongings into a box.
"Is she gonna get mad if she finds out?" He asks as I drag the stick up to my mouth and wrap my lips around the white edge. "I don't want her to get pissed at me. This wasn't my idea."
"I'm helping her. It's not like I'm threatening an innocent woman's life." I mutter as I blow the smoke out into the air, watching his brows jump at my words. "What? You can't fire someone for moving on. It's not like she dumped him, and even if she did, it's still ridiculous."
"I agree. I just don't want you to go overboard and act like a fucking lunatic." He responds in which my eyes roll back and head shakes. "Yeah, because that's an insane thought, right? You overreacting? You could never." Sarcasm slips off his tongue.
Clenching my jaw, I toss the cigarette down on the ground and rub the tip of my shoe against the burning stick as I fold my arms over my chest. "I'm going in there, saying what I need to say, and if she doesn't like it, then what happens next is her choice. I'm not overreacting."
He holds both his hands up and pushes himself off of the car until he's standing in front of me. "Okay, you're not overreacting." He agrees in which my shoulders slouch at the sound. "You like her a lot, don't you?"
"Obviously not."
"I'm not talking about Stephanie, dumbass. I'm talking about Maya." He explains further but I just stare at him, not saying a word. "If you didn't care about her you'd just take her home."
"I never denied caring about her." My eyes meet the ground as I feel his burning into my skin, a smile curling up on his lips; I can see it in the corner of my eye. "It doesn't matter. Just don't fuck it up, alright?"
A scoff leaves his mouth. "You're the one who's fucking things up. I'm just here for the ride." He says, triggering my forehead to wrinkle as I look back up at him. "Caring wasn't part of the plan."
"Right. The plan." I laugh under my breath. "Because you don't care about Rizzo?" He glances down at the ground. "Yeah, that what I thought. We're both fuck-ups in this situation so don't try to come at me for something you're just as guilty for."
