First Choice (Sam Wilkinson/Nash Grier)

Chapter 114

Nash's POV

"About to leave the house rn I promise!!!!!!!❤️❤️❤️" the text from Jasmine reads. I grin at my screen despite the panic I feel. Our flight starts boarding in ten minutes and she's barely leaving her house. It's a 15 minute drive and I'm beginning to panic. The latte I got for her when I arrived is now cold.

I look around the gate, families, little children, and couples all grouped up and talking happily. A little girl that looks about five or six is playing on a phone with her older sister. They have dark skin and big curly hair with matching brown eyes. It makes me think of Jasmine's younger siblings that she's told me about and makes me miss playing with Sky at the same time.

My phone vibrates again in my pocket a few minutes later and I scan the screen.

"There's a little traffic, I guess their was an accident?? My mom says she doesn't know if we'll make it Nash..."

I swallow nervously and lock my phone, shoving it into my pocket. Of all days to be running late she chooses today? I feel sick to my stomach. This is completely unlike Jasmine, she never is late no matter what. Her anxiety forces her to plan for everything and think ahead in case of shit like this. Her being randomly late when it comes to something that she knows is this important to me isn't like her at all.

There is something wrong.

Jasmine's POV

*2 hours before*

"Mom come on we have to start getting ready now or else we'll never make it on time and you know how long it can take to get through security sometimes." I attempt to nudge her out of her slumber again and she swats my hand away before mumbling something I don't understand. I groan as I stand from her bed and decide to try again once I am completely ready to go.

Surprisingly, when I made the decision to go with Nash, Sam wasn't as upset about it as I had thought he would be. When I called him this morning to tell him because I was too much of a coward to tell him face to face, he just told me that he understood and to have fun before hanging up without even giving me a chance to explain. I could tell from his voice that he was upset about it but I was thankful he didn't make this any harder for me by starting an argument. I think maybe he already could have guessed that I would choose to go with Nash, not necessarily that I choose him over Sam because I don't. But I am in a relationship with Nash and there are certain commitments I have to him that I just can't undermine by going with Sam instead.

I honesty feel like trash. I stayed up late so that I could sleep the whole flight but all morning I have felt on edge and sick to my stomach. My hair is up in a messy bun, I had to use nearly half a jar of gel to keep my curls from getting frizzy after my shower before I tied it up. I decided to dress comfortable for the flight. I look "lazy cute" in the maroon OBEY hoodie, black sweats, and brown uggs. I know it is sort of wrong that I stole the hoodie back from Sam but now that I have found it I can't be without it, after all he gave it to me right?

I pull my luggage downstairs and set them beside the door. I mentally go down my checklist of everything I could need to go on a trip, I admit I overpacked severely considering I'm only going for a week but who knows what could happen. I sit and watch TV in the living room for a little before deciding to make myself some eggs for breakfast. I finish cooking, eating, and clean the dishes before I decide it would be better for me to just go ahead and take the bags out to my moms car and load them up instead of waiting for her to. I am fully aware that I keep making up excuses to put off leaving but something just doesn't feel right.

I yank the first tote down my porch steps and am completely unaware of how noisy I am being until I see movement out of the corner of my eye. Sam is standing in the middle of his driveway staring at me as I struggle to drag my luggage around to the trunk of my moms car. Why me?