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"What's our number again?"
Glancing over her shoulder at me, Lola narrowly avoided being hit in the head by the suitcase slipping out of a man's grip.
"36."
After walking a ways she stopped and smiled, "alright."
Taking her bag from her I managed to put it in the overhead compartment before adding mine.
"You don't have to help I got it."
"Yeah I know," she replied. "I just don't like widow seats."
"Oh, okay."
Making sure the door was closed I slid past her and took my seat.
Fastening my seatbelt I watched as she concentrated on getting situated in her seat.
"So, where's your mom?"
"First class," brushing her hair back she gave me a quick glance. "She only takes tickets up there."
Lola's mom was nothing like her at all. The entire ride to the airport and after I carried her bags for her she hadn't said two words to me.
"I guess that's good for us."
"And why's that?"
"We can talk in peace. There's still a lot I don't know about you yet."
Rolling her eyes she faced me. "What do you wanna know?"
What happened with that Adam guy?
"What kinda stuff were you into as a kid?"
Pausing to think she tucked her hair behind her ears before wincing. "Uh...I did cheerleading."
"Cheerleading? No way." I couldn't help but laugh as she covered we face. "I can see that."
"Why?"
"I saw you shut James down at that party, you have to be...able to hold your ground as a cheerleader."
Rolling her eyes she giggled a "yeah" before resting against the arm of my seat.
"Were you one of those bitchy captains, or one of the go with the flow kinda girls."
"I wouldn't say I was bitchy."
"Man, we wouldn't have dated in school."
Shooting me a confused look she lightly shoved my arm once I didn't elaborate. "Why not?"
"I was the shy kid back in school."
"You?"
"Yeah believe it or not. I eventually broke out though, just took a while I guess."
Glancing over at her I took in her smile.
"I would've totally went to prom with you," she replied.
"My prom was...okay I guess. I'm not much of a dancer."
"I didn't go to prom."
"What? I would've thought for sure you would've been prom queen. Why didn't you go?"
Her gaze dropped for a brief second before she shrugged. "Just didn't want to."
It was obvious from her actions that her answer wasn't the truth but she didn't add anything else so I changed the subject.
"So um, I know that you have a sister Annabelle what about the other one?"
"Elizabeth but she goes by Ellie, and my brother's Jacob."
