A/N:
I took the advice of some of my readers and split chapter one into two smaller chapters.
Thankyou for all of your positive feedback so far :)
I love that you're all enjoying this and if you've read all of this already, chapter three won't be long at all!
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The Clique
As I turned almost in sync with Dylan, the two of us tracked the show stopping entrance of a shining black Range Rover,
“looks like Jay-Z’s got a flight to catch” Dylan muttered with a grin causing me to unconsciously giggle yet again. How pathetic. Fortunately enough for me, he seemed to be too absorbed by the person that emerged from the peace-breaking vehicle and I could honestly see why. The mixed-race guy that was swooning around didn’t look like he was old enough to be driving, let alone old enough to afford a brand new Range Rover. In all due respect though, I couldn’t say that his look wasn’t eye-catching. His whole style was very ‘Young Hollywood’ and wouldn’t have looked out of place among the likes of Chris Brown’s entourage.
“Wait a second…” Dylan squinted leaning forwards for a closer look as if he was bird watching or something, “that’s Porter…”,
“No it isn’t” I said bluntly. There was no way that guy was Porter. If it was, what had he been doing for the past two years? Continuously winning the lottery? Robbing banks across the country?
“No, seriously El. I think it is” Dylan said rising to his feet. It wasn’t until a girl of the same ethnicity with long waves of hair in the darkest shade of brown tumbling down her back hopped out of the front passengers’ door along with two more familiar people coming from the back of the car that I half believed what Dylan was saying. That guy was Porter and the other three were Marissa, Caitlin and Jace.
Seeing them gave me a completely different feeling to the one I felt when Dylan arrived. Instead of the butterflies and being almost star struck, it was more like a tidal wave of adrenaline. Before I’d even spoken to them they made me want to just jump around in excitement, cry with happiness, sprint until the energy had disappeared or maybe even all three.
Doing what was somewhere between a fast walk and light jog alongside Dylan, I could already recognize old personality traits in the four figures that were clearly too preoccupied to even notice the two of us coming towards them. Marissa seemed to be moaning at Porter about something whilst he went on unloading luggage from the boot completely channelling her out – we’d always joked that he’d naturally learnt that skill after having to share a womb with her for nine months. Meanwhile by the front of the car Jace, with the same head of lose curls that I’d always remembered him having, seemed to be fighting a losing battle with his suitcase handle while Caitlin was buzzing around placing labels, stickers and all sorts of tags on various suitcases. Yep, that was them alright.
“Just go and get a luggage carrier, I’m not going to balance all this shit on my head” we overheard Marissa whine as we slowed our pathetic 'run' towards the rest of the group. Both Dylan and I exchanged knowing smirks; it was good to know she hadn’t lost her way with words.
“Fine, you win. Let’s go and get a luggage carrier for you to push your two suitcases for all of five minutes from here to the check-in desk” Porter said in reply from somewhere inside the car boot before reappearing with a Nike backpack slung over his shoulder.
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