Try not to invite your ex to your wedding

Chapter 2

-Holly-

1 hour after she left Becca's house

"Where to go?" I think out loud. So far, I've decided to move and start a new life. As soon as I reach the apartment, I start to pack. Some people deal with heartbreaks better than me. Why better than me? Because others probably change their hairstyle or personality, try to move on by going on dates or decide to live with cats and the way I'm dealing with my heartbreak is moving. Wow. Oh wait. There are other people who are worse with dealing heartbreaks. I mean the worst one is suicide.

I sigh and lay on my bed. I stare at the world map that I superglued to the ceiling. Yes, superglued. I didn't want to nail it or tape it so I superglued it. How do I choose a place?

Ding!

I could feel a lightbulb light up. An idea pop out. I got up from bed and walk to my desk. I tear five paper from my notepad and pick up a pen from my desk. I quickly walk back to my bed and sit. On each paper I write a location on it and then crumple the paper. My top 5 are Los Angeles, London, Las Vegas,Florida & San Francisco.

I reach for an empty shoebox under my bed. Don't ask. I just have everything but they're everywhere. After I found one, I put the crumpled papers in the box and close my eyes as I mix them up. I pull my hands out and breathe out a sigh before putting my right hand in the box and start to choose. I pick one quick and take it out. I open my eyes and open the paper. I've chose the city of sins, Las Vegas.   Okay it's not really the city of sins it's really the city of Fun! Like gambling,clubbing etc.

Nice.

I crumpled the paper back and throw it in the shoe box then put the box back under the bed. Time to go. Before leaving the apartment, I made sure I stick a note in my almost empty closet.

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The busy streets of New York were filled with cars,people, and noise. The sound of Cars honking, people talking and the live performances by street artists are filling. I whistled for a cab and put my hand out. A bright yellow painted car drive up and park on the sidewalk in front of me.

The driver didn't step out and just pop the trunk from the inside. I frown at the guy for not helping me. I put my suitcase in and get in the car. My phone buzz and I look down to see some of my friends are texting where am I, how am I and they're gonna come back soon.

"Airport. Step on it." I said to the guy. He nod and put the car on drive. I give my friends vague answers and then sigh as I put my phone back in my pocket. I look out the window and smile at the sight.

I'm going to miss this place. This land of opportunities,where dreams come true and the city that never sleeps.

I sigh with the thought. New York is beautiful but I got to go somewhere. Oh god, I feel like Gabriel from High School Musical two. I take my eyes off the window and stare at guy. I can't seem to find his face. He face the road with a hard expression and he seem frozen in place.  I scoot to the middle and observe his clothing. He's wearing black skinny jeans and a muscle tank. Okay, I'm feeling uneasy. Is he a Rebel? A teen stole a taxi?

"Ah hem." He cleared his throat. "Yes?" I nod. "Staring is not good." He tells me and I just nod and scoot back to the side and stare outside.

"So, did you do something bad?" He ask and looks at the side mirror. I look at the mirror to finally see his face. This must be a dream. Oh thank you New York for being the land where dreams come true.

"I didn't. Why do you ask?"

"You told me to step on it."

"I just want to catch a flight." I shrug and he nod. He continues to drive past cars and I bite my lip to stop myself from asking questions based on his profile. "Hey, why be a taxi driver?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean this is New York. You're not from here , that's a plus. Anyway you can be anything else here so why be a taxi driver?"

"Uhm - uh - "

"What's wrong? Wasn't prepared for that question?"

"I just like driving. That's it. I like driving." He nods and then stop as the traffic light turns red. I laugh and shake my head. I climb to the front seat. "I'm sitting here. "

"Okay." He looks down. "Stop looking down, we wouldn't be able to get to the airport like that."

"I prefer to look down." He nod. I roll my eyes and put my hand on his chin. I force him to look up but not at me. "It's okay, just focus on the road."

"Right."

"Seriously, what's wrong with you, hood."

"What did you just call me?" He ask and my eyes widen. I clear my throat and slap the head board a little. "The light is green." I said and he drives. We stayed in silent for a few minutes before he speaks up. "Did you call me hood?"

"Yes."

"Do you know me?"

"Why did you think I asked 'why be a taxi driver?' ?"

"I don't know? Curiousity?"

"Wow, Calum. "

He roll his eyes and stop the car. "What are you doing? Why did you stop?" I ask him. He point to the building. "We are here."

"What?" I look out the window and he nods. "Are you a crazy fan?" Calum ask. I look at him and blink. "Crazy fan? No!" He sigh and smile. "I'm Calum but I'm sure you know."

"I'm Holly and I'm sure you don't know me at all." I said and then mutter under my breath. "Even though I 'DM' you once awhile."

"What?"

"Huh? Nothing." I smile and get out of the cab. "Open up the trunk." He nods and do so. I take my suitcase out and I watch him get out of the cab. "How much is i-"

"- you don't have to pay."

"Why?" I ask. "I stole the cab and I don't deserve the money." He shrug and pull his beanie abit more to cover his hair. "You're right. You don't deserve it." I said and he looks at me with eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I take out a ten and a five dollar bill then slip it into the cab.

"Okay. I'm done." I smile.

"I guess this is goodbye?" Calum said.

"Oh." I can't help but feel sad. "Yeah, sure." I nod. "Make sure you don't steal a cab. Get a real one this time." I smile and he smile back. "Nah there's uber."

"Right. Uber. I should've taken that."

"And miss a chance with me?" I roll my eyes playfully and he just smile. "You know what, mind if I tag along with you?"

"Not at all." I smile and pull my big suitcase beside me. "So just one huge suitcase? No sling bags or a small backpack for your money and passport?" He ask as we enter the airport. "I have my ID and credit card in my passport in this pocket." I said while patting my left pocket. "And my phone and earphones here." I pat my right pocket. He let out a low chuckle.