Paper Airplanes

Chapter 9; Text

*Dacota's POV*

I drive and drive to God knows where until I hit a dead end. I get out of my car and look around. I have no idea where I am. I look past the fence blocking the non existing road and see a beautiful field. I hop gracefully over the fence.

"Woah," I breath out. There are weeping willows everywhere, beautiful flowers, dandelion fuzz blowing everywhere, truly gorgeous. I need to remember this place. I look at my phone for the time. 3:25. I was on the road for a while. I go back to my car and try to remember my way out. I turn the radio on to Metallica. Good concentration music. It takes me a few tries, but I finally see the familiar high way. I sigh happily and drive home. By the time I get home, it's now 4:30. I walk inside to an empty house. I toss my backpack onto the counter and plop onto the couch. I look at my phone and see that I have a message from- Harry? But, I didn't have his number? I open it and read the message.

'Hey, babe. Will a text do? I can't send an airplane ;)' I smile a bit, then text back.

'It'll do. How'd I get your number?'

'I stole your phone in Geometry while you were doing work.'

'Oh..?' I didn't know what else to say besides that. I turn the TV on and turn it to a random movie channel that's playing Love Actually. I love this movie. I'm so into the movie that it takes me a minute to figure out that my phone is the reason my butt is vibrating.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Hey, hun." my mum answers.

"Hey, Mom. What's up?"

"Well, I have to stay late at work, so does your dad. We'll be home late. Probably about 11 to 12." I can hear the frown in her voice.

"Okay, that's fine. Love you."

"Love you too." I lock my phone and throw it to the side. I put my head in my hands and sigh loudly. I had a bad day and now I can't even talk to my mother about it. Great. I feel a tear well up in my eye and try to fight it, but to no prevail. My phone vibrates again and I sit up slightly. Harry's calling now.

"What?" I ask grumpily.

"I was just wondering if I could come over or something for tutoring. I'm having trouble with Geometry..." he trails off.

"Yeah, sure, when?"

"Uh, now?" he says slowly.

"Whatever. Do you want me to pick you up or what?"

"Sure, I'll text you where I'm staying."

"Alright, be there in a few." I hang up and grab my keys. I get the text from Harry that contains his address and go to my car. I drive a bit and see that the house I guess Harry has rented or something isn't that far. I turn onto the street and see a few people walking with cameras. I pull into his driveway and get out. I ring his door bell and then hear a lot of clicking behind me.

"Paps," I hear Harry's deep voice say behind me. I look around and see about fifteen people standing with cameras, notepads, and microphones.

"Oh, God."

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This isn't the best way for their tutoring experience to start is it? Lolz.  

*Sammie 🐷*