BRING IT ON : IN IT TO WIN IT.

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"Where the fuck is Terminal Eight?!" Ruben stressed as he walked around with an arm around Sarah's shoulder. We were at the airport and while those who had been on the Jets were calm and collected, those on the Sharks on the other hand were a complete mess.

Penn looked at us confused, "We have like four hours until the flight boards, calm down."

"Calm down?! I know he didn't just say that." Ayesha started as she put a hand up to stop Penn from talking again and instead went to look for a security guard so she could ask for help, with Chelsea following after her in concern.

I watched as Penn glanced at Carson and I confused as I held onto Brooke's hand. "Uh, what's up with her?" Penn asked confused as Sarah scoffed.

"What's up with you?" She retracted as he put his hands up in surrender.

Brooke let out a scoff and looked at her with a glare, "Or more like what's up with that outfit?"

"Don't start with us." Ayesha recounted as Brooke sighed and held onto my hand tighter.

Carson and I exchanged awkward glances as we watched the originally separate teams argue as everyone used to before she decided to cough to catch their attention.

"How about we stop the arguing and just find the terminal so we could at least try to enjoy our time together?" Carson offered with a hum as I pointed at her and nodded in agreement while the others rolled their eyes at us.

Sarah scoffed, "Fine. Where's the terminal then?"

Ruben only hummed in response to her words as the two watched us as they awaited an answer. I shrugged but followed after Carson who pointed out a terminal that stood across from us.

Everyone seemed comfortable with the fast choice that someone made and held no questions as to how quick it was found. With that done, all members were doing their own things with some mentioning that they'll be back and went off to find something around the airport while others were sitting and doing as they pleased while waiting to board.

"Want to get some Starbucks?" I offered to Brooke who was reading a martial arts book watching as she put it down and nodded. Standing up, I outstretched a hand and watched as she took before we made our way to the coffee stand.

It wasn't crowded so we received our drinks preferably quicker than one would have expected when it came to Starbucks.

Brooke was drinking hers as she looked around with a soft look, I watched as her eyes lit up at a souvenir store and let her stop so we could go in and take a look inside. She moved towards a stuffed animal that was of a Blue Macaw.

I laughed as she held it towards me, "Do you want it?"

She nodded and I walked with her towards the cashier before I paid for it, handing it back to her as she held onto it tightly with her free hand that hadn't been holding on to the drink.

"Thank you!" Brooke said with a smile as I pecked her cheek in response, I could see some people looking at us as we walked hand in hand, but I didn't care and I'm extremely glad that Brooke didn't either as she chose to glare at those that she caught staring at us.

We walked back towards the others, and I couldn't help but notice the incorrect number associated with the terminal that we were all huddled over at. Brooke noticed me staring and followed my gaze before letting her eyes widen as she moved forward to collect both of our things as best as she could.

"What the hell? Carson we're at Terminal Twenty-Eight!" I shouted earning some stares but the majority of them were from the team who started to stand as well in disbelief as we watched my sister walk towards me so she could then turn and see the number.

She pulled a face as she turned to look at me, "Oops."

Ruben snorted and Ayesha had to smack his arm to shut him up when she noticed Sarah not doing so.

"So where is Terminal Eight?" Chelsea questioned with wide eyes as we all looked around confused.

Penn seemed to be the only one with a sensible mind as well because he sighed and went to ask one of the workers that were stood beside the boarding gate and asked them. We watched as he walked back with a small but amused smile as he looked at Carson who seemed a bit embarrassed about the entire situation.

He stepped to Carson and rubbed her arm, "Terminal Eight is only a ten-minute walk away. It's all the way at the end." He pointed towards the end near the right and demonstrated where it was apparently located as majority of the team packed up their things while the others that were wandering around were called back to join us.

A smile creeped on Carson's lips, and she let out a small chuckle as we made it to the terminal, "At least we didn't miss our flight."

"No thanks to you." Brooke scoffed causing most of us to snort as Carson turned over to look at her.

Penn nudged Brooke with his elbow, and I threw a side eye in his direction watching as he continued, "All in all, we should be glad that we were able to find the place."

"Yeah, but isn't this the first time that the Jets have ever been lost at an airport?" Chelsea questioned as Penn tried to get her to stop but she continued as she placed a finger under her chin, "I'm pretty sure that we've always found our terminal because you would help us."

Carson stopped in her tracks while most of us got comfortable in the seats around as she stopped Penn from continuing as well. "Wait..." She started muttering in irritation, "This whole time, you could have just led us there and you didn't."

I snorted and watched as Penn shrugged mentioning that he thought that it was best to let the Sharks lead this time.