Another Cliché Love Story

Winter Break

Eliza's POV.

"Yes Emanuel. I'm getting on the plane right now." I tell him through the phone.

Emanuel's fashion show is coming up and I'm supposed to fly to Paris to meet him early.

"Okay Eliza, I'll see you soon."

"Alright bye Emanuel."

I hang up and face Beatrice and Deja.

I go and hug them.

"Alright, I'm only going to be gone a week, so please don't go wild while I'm gone."

"No promises." She chuckles. "Besides Jacob's work is taking him to the Bahamas and he wants us to come."

"Take a lot of pictures."

"Hell yea. You better FaceTime me."

"Okay, now I gotta go." I tell her.

I walk into the plane and take my seat.

I plug in my headphones and try not to think about the fact that I'm going to be flying. It's been a while since I've had to do anything that requires me to fly. I still don't like it.

I'm terribly afraid of heights and what makes things worse is I took a window seat. Why did I do it to myself? Maybe I like being a jerk to myself.

I listen to my music and close my eyes refusing to look out the window.

After a long time we land. I grab my luggage and wait for these slow people to move out of the way.

Once outside it looks like it's late evening.

"Eliza!"

I turn my head towards Emanuel and see him towering over me with a smile.

I hug him and he wraps his arms tight around me.

"Wazzup girl. Haven't seen you in a minute."

"I know right." I tell him, looking behind to see the black limo truck behind him. "This our ride?"

"Hell yeah, girl you know I come in style. Besides I'm going to take you to your hotel then we're going to get you fitted."

"Um about that. I don't know about modeling. You want me on the catwalk and I don't think-"

"Girl please. Let's get in and we'll talk about it."

"Okay." I tell him nodding. I still don't think I want to model.

I'm self-conscious about me body. All the lights and people staring at me and pictures. No! I don't want to do it.

He opens the limo door for me. I climb in and he puts my bags in the trunk. He climbs in next and we comfortably sit in the limo.

"So what's up?! What have you been up too?" He asks excitedly.

"I have been trying to just focus on me. But I have found God."

"Yass! Praise Jesus." He shouts, squeezing my hand.

"I know. I know. Listening to sermons and learning has been helping me become a better person. I even stopped cursing... so much."

"I'm proud of you. Ain't nothing like the blood of Jesus."

"That's right." I tell him with a smile.

"So what's up with you and Elijah."

I tense. I've been avoiding him for weeks. Wherever I see him, I see that girl wrapped around him like a vise. We aren't officially over, but I took the hint.