This story will be if I myself was adopted by Jen, it will be my personality in the main character and how I would react to the scenario it will not be how my life actually is its just my personality in a different life. I hope you like it.
Katie's POV (This chapter takes place after the Grand Prix and I've changed it so hat Katie's comment will have been posted the day after the Grand Prix and this is that same day so sorry if there is any confusion.)
I'm regretting this. Why did I do that? I'm gonna get so much shit for this! Jen will kill me and it's so much worse considering what she's just fucking told me. Jen just announced to me that in five hours we are flying to Northern Ireland for a weekend trip. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!!!! She's gonna kill me!!!
I'll just delete it, then everything will be okay.
Okay done. I think to myself. No one has to know.
I can tell it's not that easy. Fuck.
"Hey douche bag can you hear me?" Jen waves her hand in front of me as I sit on the end of the bed.
"Yeah sorry I was just ehh... thinking," I stutter back and she nods and squeezes my shoulder then goes to pack her bag.
"Get packing," She smiles over her shoulder at me.
I don't reply and sigh getting up and packing.
"Who's coming?" I ask her.
"Darren and Laura are," She tells me and I nod.
"Okay," I mutter and finish stuffing my suitcase.
"You don't seem very happy about this," Jen furrows her eyebrows at me.
"I am. I'm just... shocked," I stumble on my words and she nods turning back to her suitcase.
Once we got Scar packed everyone else was ready and then we left for the airport, Jen chartered a jet so there wasn't any paparazzi which was a relief cause if there was they will have gotten wind of my comment. I know for a fact it's not gone. It's out there somewhere. Waiting. Ready to bite me in the ass. A/N: I know what I'm talking about when it comes to Belfast. I'm from here. I'll post a series of pics I've taken of the scenery then you'll understand why Jen will like it there.
When we landed it was smooth sailing. We landed at the city airport which is just outside Belfast, the main city in Northern Ireland.
We are in the security car. It's a large black Range Rover. I'm sitting in the front beside the security guard and Jen is in the back behind the guard and Scar is behind me. Darren and Laura are in the second car with two other guards.
The car:
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I look at the airport as we pull away from it and I remember something. Something that saddens me. My family's engineering company did the metal work on the airport.
