pinky promise - jamie tartt

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Tate was practically buzzing with excitement, checking her phone every few minutes, tracking the path of the plane that carried Chase, Tommie, and Ashley.

Her siblings would be visiting, staying for a few days, and she had never been more giddy.

"Babe, have you seen the file labeled McCortney?"

Tate felt as if she had been dipped in ice as Callum rounded the corner into the kitchen where she stood, dressed as if he was headed to work.

But he had told her that he would go with her to the airport.

"Where are you going?" She asked, hoping that he had simply forgotten, that he would tell her he actually had taken the morning off like he had promised he would, that the suit and tie was just to impress her siblings.

"Oh, fuck, I forgot to tell you." He began, and relief began to flood through her, so he had had forgotten— "I can't take you."

"What?" She hated how her voice sounded hollow, that she wasn't exactly truly that surprised. He wasn't even looking at her as he broke the news. Instead, he was still searching for whatever folder he had asked her about. "Why?"

"Well, Frank asked if I would come in this morning, and I couldn't tell him no, so—"

"Why couldn't you have told him no?" She pressed, throat closing in on itself, the beginning of tears pricking at her eyes. "You already had told me yes, and I was counting on you."

"I'll send you money for a car, yeah?" Callum held up the folder in victory, his attention never truly landing on her, rooted to her spot with watery eyes. He made his way towards her, flicking through the folder, only glancing up when Tate jerked her head back from his kiss. "Babe, it's not that big of a deal."

And when he tried to kiss her again, she stepped back, not wanting to feel his touch at the moment.

"You're being fucking childish," Callum rolled his eyes, but he didn't put up any more of a fight. Tate stayed silent, watching from her spot as he gathered his things for work and left without another word.

Without an apology.

She didn't have much time to consider what had just happened, since she knew she had to leave soon. She found her phone, prepared to order a car, but froze as she saw the text waiting for her.

New Message from Jamie Tartt:

I got the tickets from Higgins that you needed. Have fun today with everyone.

Tate just stared at his message, read it a few times, and let the weight of it sink in. Jamie had gone out of his way to get the three tickets for tomorrow's match for Chase, Tommie, and Ashley, despite Tate telling him that she would do it. He had remembered, and done something to make her life just a little bit easier.

Callum hadn't even remembered the promise he made her.

She felt like her world was tipping on its axis.

Without thinking, she tapped on his contact and dialed his number, only brought back to reality by the sound of his voice through the speaker.

"Everything alright, babe?" Jamie asked, sounding both confused and concerned.

"Are you busy today?" She avoided answering his question, because she was absolutely not okay, but that was not something she had the time to address.

"I was gonna go get lunch with some of the boys, but if you need me—"

"No, Jamie, don't worry about it." She slumped, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. "You've done enough for me as is. Thank you for getting the tickets."