Breathless

CHAPTER 1

I throw the rest of my belongings into the back of the taxi, and move my hair out of my face. Ever since the big announcement, my life has been an official hell hole. First, my boyfriend breaks up with me; publicly. Second, I find out that I am going on this trip with my worst enemy. And third, I had to tell my friends about it, and they haven't talk to me since, because they felt 'betrayed'.

I sigh in frustration, and kick the back of the car. My life sucks.

Of course my parents just had to pick me to go on this 10,000 dollar trip to Hawaii. Sure, it may sound fun, and I was actually excited, until they told me who I was going with:

Landon Turner.

I scowl just at the thought of him. We used to be friends; best friends even. Then he left me for the popular crowd. I know, it probably already sounds cliché enough to you, but hear me out. I actually used to be the 'it girl' of my high school. I had the best life; the best boyfriend, friends, clothes, hair, everything. But then, of course, like any other tragedy, my boyfriend decides to break up with me in the most worst possible way. He was proposing to me (yes, the kind with the engagement ring), and I refused. I'm only 16, with a life ahead of me. My boyfriend (or should I say EX-boyfriend) was so outraged that the next day, at school, he stood on top of the highest lunch table and announced our break-up, and how it happened. This, of course, made my life from being the 'it girl' to 'who's that girl?' in a matter of seconds.

And Landon made sure he always made my life hell afterwards, because he was promoted from being a nerd to a prep because of my downfall. I know this sounds absolutely ridiculous, cliché, and melodramatic but I was extremely happy. I'm not anywhere near as stuck-up as people claim popular people to be. I wasn't even aware that I was popular until my boyfriend decided to absolutely ruin me. It's tragic how my entire life depended on him; my friends, my social status, everything. But I was so happy.

"Excuse me, miss, but we got to get going." The hoarse voice of the overweight taxi driver says impatiently. "According to your schedule, you have a plane to catch. And that also refers to your friend over there."

I lurch my head angrily at the despicable Landon on my front lawn. My parents allowed him to sleep over at the house, so that we can leave faster in the morning. I don't why they are referring Landon and I as 'we', since he and I are the only ones leaving. My mother said this trip was a great opportunity to 'mend' our friendship.

I only find this trip as an opportunity to show how much I hate Landon, and how we are never going to get along with each other anymore; like we used to.

"We are not friends. Why would I ever want to be friends with that.. thing?" Landon says bitterly, cringing his face with disgust when he said 'thing'. I had a feeling he said that more to me than the taxi driver.

"Look, I don't care what your guys' relationship status is. Just hop in the car and lets get rolling." The taxi driver says, drumming his short, plump fingers against the steering wheel. His tone had an even stronger sense of impatience in it.

I silently say goodbye to my house, and I feel a lump form in my throat. I've always hated really long road-trips. Especially when I'm gone from my parents and friends. I see Landon stride over to the car, and practically throw himself in it.

"You coming, sweet-cheeks?" Landon's devious tone echoes over to me from inside the car. He knew how much it annoys me when people call me that. My face flushes red from anger, but I obediently walk over to the right side of the backseat, and plop in.

The taxi driver hums out of tune, happy to finally 'get going'. He starts the car, and I feel the familiar rev of the engine beneath my feet. But I still can't shake off the feeling of a heavy weight on my chest, like this experience is going to be the worst ever in history.

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We arrive at the airport, and the taxi driver helps me carry my three suitcases to the entry. Yes, I know, three suitcases may seem like a lot, but it isn't when you are going to be gone for 3 months with no intention of buying any more clothes whatsoever. And Landon, on the other hand, brought five suitcases. I didn't even dare ask him why, because I knew a handful of insults would be thrown at me.

"Well there ya go miss," the taxi driver puffs, setting down the heaviest suitcase, and continues, "say, I never got your name?"

I smile and reply, "It's Paige." I see in the corner of my eye, Landon struggling with his suitcases, and I stifle an evil laugh.

The taxi driver gives me a sort of salute, and wobbles back to his car. I watch him speed off, and I wave goodbye.

"Ugh, that cab was disgusting in the inside." I hear Landon complain. "And the driver was awkward." He continues, leaning against the wall of the airport.

I ignore his complaints, and roll my suitcases inside the airport. I get greeted with a wave of cold air conditioning.

"This place smells weird." Landon complains once more, and I resist the flaming urge not to smack him. He always seems to ruin my good moods.

I walk over and check in my luggage. The people in charge gave me my boarding pass, and pointed for me to go through the security checks. I then walk through the departures, and see everyone hugging their family and friends goodbye. I feel the lump in my throat grow to the size of a golf ball.

Sitting down in a chair, I grab the nearest magazine and read through it.

I hear Landon sit on the farthest chair from me, and he sighs annoyingly.

"Just shut up, will you? Stop acting like it's the end of the world." I hiss at Landon, throwing my magazine down.

He glowers at me and hisses back, "It is the end of the world, sweet cheeks," my face flames at his choice of words, but he continues, "We have to share a hotel room, together. We have to go on this stupid trip together. And if you've forgotten, we absolutely despise each other." He whips his head away from me, and pretends to be interested in a Vogue magazine. He probably doesn't even realize he's reading a fashion magazine.

That was the last conversation we had in the airport. And after what seemed like forever, the t.v flashing everybody's group number finally flashes ours onto the screen.

"Time to go, sweet cheeks."

I give Landon a look of pure hatred, and I knew that this trip is going to be the absolute worst.

But I get up anyways, and head towards our gate, to get this trip over with.

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Hello, my fellow Wattpadians!

I tried making the airport experience as realistic as possible, and I'm sorry if I forgot to add anything in it.

The chapters in this book are going to be a bit longer, and I hope that's okay.

Characters so far:

Paige (main character)

Landon (second main character)

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