Complication

Chapter Forty-Three

I walk into the waiting area of the airport, looking. Carrying two duffle bags and rolling a suite case, trying not to drop anything as my mind turns over and over.

My eye catches his. Standing in a brown leather jacket and dark denim jeans. I take a deep breath and his eyes search mine, a worried look plastered upon his face. Why did I call him? I wonder as anger surges through me once more.

I step toward him and he doesn't say a word. My eyes fall to his hair. No longer does it look like Zach Efrons Mohawk version, it's much longer now and shaggy, pushed mostly onto one side. I shouldn't say that it's long, because it's not. But compared to how short it was before its long for him.
"Why did you cut your hair?" I'm too curious to not ask.

He shrugs his shoulders, "Needed a change."

I force a laugh, "Yeah I guess we all need that." I walk toward the exit, walking myself to his car... Except I couldn't find it. I walk up and down the parking garage but no car. I actually stop sobbing for a couple minutes to look for the invisible car.

I turn around and Justin is standing by a gun metal grey BMW. It's not his. But he has an amused smile of his face telling me that it must be.

My jaw dropped at his new car. "How the hell did you get a brand new M6?" I ask walking up to the car, looking at its saddle color interior.

Now his jaw drops, "D-Did you just... Know what car this was...?"

That, of all things, makes me smile as I load all my things into the trunk and get in the passenger seat.

He looks at me before he turns the engine on. "You usually wouldn't even notice that I got a new car. Now you know the series-"

"Oh my god! It's a six speed!" I cut him off. I look at the steering wheel, "And you could switch it to paddle shifting too. What about auto?"

He stares at me like I'm crazy. "How the hell do you know this?"

I shrug my shoulders, "needed a change." I say copying him.

"Well... I dont know about you, but usually when normal people need a change they cut their hair, get a new car. Not learn something entirely foreign to them." He says smiling.

It amazes me how easily we can still talk to each other. Makes me remember the good times. The times I only want to remember.

"So where to?" He asks once we get on the expressway.

I didn't think this far. How can I go home? I have to tell my mom but I'm not in the mood. I need time to think about this. My mind starts to turn once again and tears well up in my eyes.

After a long silence and a couple of tears slipping down my cheeks, he says "my house it is."

"No. That's weird." It's inappropriate for me to go to my ex's house.

"It's weird that you called me after not talking to me for three months. After saying you never wanted to see me again." His voice getting a little angry.

"Well sorry! I panicked!"

"Panicked about what?!"

We're both shouting now but I don't answer his question.

He takes a deep breath. "Gina. I don't know how to help you if you won't tell me what's wrong." He says calmer.

"Then maybe you shouldn't help me." I snap. I'm not in the mood to spill my personal life to anyone, let alone him.

"Then why did you call me?!" His voice rising once again.

"Because I thought you would be the only one to not ask questions! If you didn't notice, I'm not in the mood for family sharing time."