My Cowboy

Black Friday!

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! My alarm went of at 2:30 in the morning. We have to be at the airport by 4. I jumped out of bed and then my phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered without checking the caller ID.

"Oh good you're up. We are leaving soon. Hurry!" Ryder answered.

I quickly straightened my hair and did my make up. I packed my toothbrush, after brushing my teeth; deodorant after applying it; phone charger; and other last minute items.

I dashed down the steps with my bag and heaved it into the back of the Huntley family pick up truck. I ran back inside for my make up/hair bag and my carry on bag. On the way out the door I grabbed a bagel that my dad put in the toaster. I joined everyone else in the car.

"Do you have enough bags?" Ryder sarcastically asked.

"Haha. Very funny. Of course I don't have enough bags." 

All three parents sat in the front and Emily, Ryder, and I sat in back. Before we even left the driveway, I think I was asleep.

"Baby, wake up." Ryder nudged me.

I woke up and we were at the airport.

"I've been sleeping for an hour and fifteen minutes already?" I smacked Ryder's arm. "Why didn't you wake me? Now I won't sleep on the plane."

I angrily crossed my arms and threw my bags at him once we got out of the car. He grabbed my arm and pulled me aside and out of earshot.

"If you keep acting like this they're gonna find out."

I rolled my eyes at him and crossed my arms again.

"Stop being a bitch or the secret's out."

"I'm sorry." I muttered and cowered into him with my arms wrapped around my stomach.

He put his arms around me. "It's okay. Now let's go or we will miss the plane." He picked up my bags and I dragged my check bag.

We went through security and I got expedited as I always do. Once we made it on the plane I wasn't feeling too hot. Luckily, we sat in 1st class like the rich bitches we are and I had reclining room. I lifted the arm rest dividing my seat from Ryder's and we both reclined to sleep. I woke up four hours later at 10 am. The plane was landing and I had to get my stuff ready to get off the plane.

Finally, we got off the plane and Ryder tried to hail a cab. Poor Ryder.

"Are you trying to hail a cab?" I laughed. "Like this." I stuck two fingers in my mouth to whistle and raised my hand.

Instantly, a cab pulled over and we ended up taking two of them. Ryder and I piled in the first. We aren't going to meet my dad at the hotel. That's what he thinks is happening.

"150 West 47th street." I directed the cab driver.

Ryder whispered, "I thought our hotel was on West 41st street."

I brought my lips to his ear. "It is."

We arrived and I paid the man. "Send the bags to the Hampton Inn on West 41st street. There will be a man waiting for them." I paid for the fee and texted my dad.

Me: We aren't meeting you at the hotel. I'm giving him a personal tour. See you later.

Dad: Get your ass back here.

I didn't reply. I'll just say my phone died.

"What are we doing here?" He asked looking up at the skyscraper.

I dragged him through the doors of the building.

"Jada? Is that you?" A man called from behind the lobby desk.