Out of Your League

Chapter 24

One heeled boot in front of the other, I stepped into the airport. The cool air conditioning hit me at the same time the smell of jet fuel and stale coffee entered my nose. I breathed it in deeply, although the scent was not necessarily pleasant, to me it smelled of the freedom of a summer without having to worry about my parents or about Ed so as strolled towards departures, I relished the smell.  My enormous suitcase trundled behind me as I strutted towards baggage drop off, handing out subtle sexy looks to any boy my age who looked at me; which was to say, every boy my age in the whole airport. Even this small action was enough to get a couple of boys to approach me, one even had the confidence to ask for my number – which I gave, knowing I would probably never see him again.

My plane, surprisingly, was on time. I had hardly helped myself to a sandwich and cookie from one of the cafes before it was announced my flight was boarding. As I swept towards the gate, I made sure to swing my hips more than necessary and swish my hair slightly. A trick as old as time and yet it worked, I caught a cuter than average boy staring at me and I gave him a wink and a slight small smile that I knew would mean he would continue to think about me long after I left the country. The older woman checking my passport gave me a disapproving frown at my clothes and attitude before turning to clip the next passport.

My seat, of course, was first class. My parents had refused me their private jet, so I had had to settle for the next best option. The only downsides were that I could see an old man boarding that would be sure to snore for the whole journey and that the bar in first class wouldn't serve me – not even my convincing fake id would be enough to get even a tiny sip of alcohol which I would have had a plentiful supply of if I had taken my parents' jet.

Across from me, a young couple shared a quick kiss before the woman left to go to the toilet and I was jolted back to a memory of Ed kissing the top of my head and whispering that he loved me on one of the delirious evenings when we had snuck out of our houses to just sit together. The man stared after her, deliriously in love and from the joy in her step and the smile on his face, this was a relationship that would last. Unlike mine and Ed's.

A last check of my phone before my three and a half hour flight revealed to me I had a voicemail. It was probably my parents ranting at me for some mistake or other so I left it, choosing to check Instagram instead. However, despite boarding the plane on time, the runway seemed to be blocked so our plane halted and an apologetic announcement crackled over the speakers. After a grimace, I decided to check my voicemail, better to hear it now and forget about them while I was in Greece, right? But it wasn't my parents who'd left a voicemail.

'Hey, look, I thought I needed to hear your voice but now I've been sent to voicemail, I think it's easier this way. C, listen to me – I know it hurts that I'm with Evianna now but... you have to get over it. We have to get over it. Have an amazing summer in Greece and...' a faint noise issued from the background and Ed shouted back to it with a happiness to his voice before continuing his voicemail to me, 'Just a minute! C, I just needed to say thank you. For everything. And that a small piece of my heart still belongs to you, it always will. But, baby, if you love me, you need to let me go,' as he uttered his final sentence, his voice dropped quieter and cracked. And that small moment was enough – he was hurting as badly as I had and whatever the reasons he was with Evianna were, it didn't matter. We would end up together, we just needed to live our lives first and then, once we'd both moved on with new people and had experience with relationships that were more than just one night stands, we would re-find each other. And no controlling parents or awkward circumstances could stop us because I was his and he was mine. We just needed to find each other again in our own time and way.

But until then... I would enjoy being single the way Ed was enjoying his freedom, because although my heart was waiting for him, I could tell from his voice that having a girlfriend his parents approved of had lifted a burden off his shoulders. So as the plane finally jolted into action and we began cruising towards the runway, I sat back in my seat and raised the hem of my skirt slightly – I would find a boy this summer. A boy who would fall in love with me deeply and be willing to do everything and anything with me – someone who I could share experiences with and freely love without worrying about consequences. And if that failed, then I still had my single girl summer to enjoy – because sleeping with different people every night and drinking was a perfect second option.

Annndd....I'm out!! If you read the whole way to the end, thank you so so so much !! It really means so much and I hope you enjoyed :) this was the first book I've ever written and I know it's not long but I'm kinda proud of even finished it. Anyway, have an amazing day and for the last time please vote or comment if you enjoyed it means so much to me xxx
~Billie