Dating Hollywood's Bad Boy

Chapter 27: ". . . nobody is allowed on."

Please read the author's note at the end!

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Chapter 27

He was going to leave . . . . And I was going to let him. But without telling him? The thought was so cruel that my heart ached for him.

It was forty seven days since I’d rejected him. Still, I was mourning over the loss of him in my life. I’d almost decided to drop of out a semester of college, but rather decided to go, but just sit in the back during lectures. He just had that affect on me.

I glanced at the glowing red digits painted onto the alarm clock beside my bed. If I hurried . . . if I hurried, I would make it in time. I had to make it in time.

I pushed away my bed covers and grabbed my car keys from my desk. I put on my slippers and ran down the stairs, nearly tripping a few times. I threw myself into my car and keyed the ignition. Once I was on the highway, I sped more than I had ever before. But I didn’t care about traffic laws at that moment; I just needed to get there.

A thirty minute drive. That is, if you abide by the rules and drive at a steady speed. If you went as fast as I had, it was only fifteen.

I slammed on the brakes and the car screeched to a halt in the parking lot. What was I doing? Did I absolutely have to tell him? I gripped the steering wheel as if my life depended on it and put my head against the wheel. The horn started blaring continuously, and I quickly removed my head.

I turned the car off and took a few moments to breathe, the adrenaline leaving my body, even though I was about to miss him. I checked myself in the rearview mirror; my eyes were ringed with red - from receiving the news and reacting horribly to it the night before - and my hair a mess. I was still in my Mickey Mouse pajamas, which I hadn’t actually realized.

And fuzzy slippers to match.

How was he supposed to take me seriously when I was dressed like that? He would think I was joking . . . . Wouldn’t he? But then again, how else could I stop him from moving back to England?

I got out of the car and sighed, squeezing my eyes shut. Snapping my eyes open, I spun around and tried to figure out where he would be. When I realized I wasn’t getting anywhere, I casually walked into the airport. I didn’t need to look like a terrorist or anything.

He’d told me once that he always liked public airports, rather than private hangars. That he could stand a private jet, but hated to walk down stairs like a member of the royal family when he got off one.

Once I’d figured out the right terminal and gate as quickly as I could, I went through security - with a few dirty looks due to my choice in style - and ran as fast as I could.

The woman standing at the gate was not cooperative in the slightest. It was like the stare down between a bull and a bullfighter.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, we can’t let you onto the plane,” she said bitter sweetly, though still wearing a smile.

“You don’t understand. I need to get into that pla-”

“It’s a private plane, nobody is allowed on.”

“Well let’s pretend I’m nobody and let me on!” I cried, losing patience. The woman began to motion for security, but I continued to press. I wasn’t giving up without a fight. “Go ask Jack Stone himself. Just ask him if he knows me.”

She seemed hesitant, but I guess she really did have a heart. She put a halt to security and went into the terminal. Several minutes later, she returned.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but you still cannot get on the plane,” she insisted. “Perhaps you’ve mistaken the gate. Please allow security to help you find who you need-”

“Who I need is on that fucking plane!” I yelled. Thank God the airport was busy, and virtually no one heard me shout such profanity. She began shaking her head, but I wouldn’t have it. Ignoring everything the woman had said, I made a run for it. Past her, and into the tunnel. I heard shouts for me to stop, but I didn’t listen. He needed to know.

A stewardess was just about to close the portal to the airplane, when I slowed a stop.

“Miss, this is a private plane. No fans are allowed to be back here.”

“With all due respect, I am not a fan,” I growled. “Now let me through.”

“Kaylyn?”

Time froze when I heard that voice; it had seemed like so long that my heart started beating irregularly, and I couldn’t breathe. Nothing else seemed to matter.

I pushed past the stewardess. Even as she tried to stop me, nothing would work when I was trying to get to him. Nothing would ever keep me from him.

“Jack,” I said, walking into the cabin. “I-”

Frozen again. What I saw was not what I was expecting. The love of my life sat before me, as perfect as ever. He had changed so much yet not at all since the last time I’d seen him. Since the last time I’d held him.

“Jack, how could you?” I choked out, tears burning in my eyes. I looked at him, shocked and absolutely heartbroken. He stood up, half ready to walk to me, but half ready to sit back down. The woman sitting across from him didn’t even seem to mind. In fact, she seemed happy I was there. Like she could watch me humiliate myself.

“Kaylyn, it’s-”

“Not what it looks like,” I finished for him, defeated. “As if I haven’t already heard that one before.” A tear fell, and I quickly swiped it away. “I guess I shouldn’t have bothered loving you,” I spat. Turning around, I didn’t wait for a reply. I could’ve predicted his answer in my sleep.

I walked away. From one of the few people I loved. From everything I’d ever loved. And I didn’t expect him to follow.

“Miss, you need to leave now,” the stewardess said, her face red with anger. I just nodded, walking into the terminal again. I couldn’t believe that after I’d finally admitted it to him, he didn’t love me anymore. After a year and a half of knowing he loved me, I thought he’d never stop. I guess I had overestimated him.

I heard footsteps behind me, trying to catch up, but I brushed them off. They were probably just there to see me out of the airport. I felt a hand on my shoulder and stopped.

“Jack, there’s nothing you can do or say-”

“I love you.” Okay, so he could say something that would stop me from walking away. I turned around to meet his eyes.

“And I love you, too. But apparently I’m not enough for you.” I began to turn back around, but he kept me from doing so.

“That’s my cousin. The one I grew up with? Annette. She wanted to meet you, you know. She was excited. I’d told her very good things.”

I rolled my eyes. “That doesn’t make up for you not calling.

“That doesn’t make up for you not calling.” He gripped my chin in his hands when I looked away, and brought our eyes back to level with each other. “I will always love you, no matter what.” I closed my eyes and my heart began to race when he crashed his lips onto mine.

The kiss was urgent and rushed, but still beautiful and unlike any of our other kisses. This time, we needed to know that we were there for each other, forever.

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Author's Note: THE LAST CHAPTER :D :D :D :D :D

The epilogue will be posted in a few days, along with information about - guess what! A SPIN OFF! Yes! I've decided to write a spin off, but I will not tell a soul what it will be about, merely that it's a spin off. Then I will also post a long author's note, giving a long speech about how much I appreciate all of your support through this book, and also will have the actual summary for the spin off, so be sure to read it, at least for that.

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