Hate Me
“What’d he say?”
“He sorta changed my plans. He wanted—no, he insisted—that I go back to school. He says my mom will be fine.”
I get the blazing smile. “That’s good news. On both accounts.”
“Yep,” I say.
He narrows his eyes at me. “You don’t look excited.”
“I don’t like when my plans get changed.”
He tucks his hand under my chin and smiles. “Well, in this case, you should. Think of all there is to look forward to. Basketball season. French weekend. Winter Formal. The first big snowfall. And you’d be in trouble with my sister if you missed the dance competition. And let’s not forget French tutoring.”
I nod and put on a fake smile. “So, um, I’m gonna go make sure my stuff’s all packed. I’ll meet you at the car, okay?”
“Okay,” he says, giving me a quick kiss.
After he goes in the house, I run to the shed. I take a moment to run my hand across my surfboard and pray that I’ll get to use it again. Then I take one of the extra wish bracelets and sneak to the mermaid fountain. I toss a penny in at the same time I tie on the bracelet and make a wish.
We say goodbye to Damian, who is taking a company plane back to L.A.
Peyton and Damian’s goodbye takes quite a while, so Aiden and I leave them to their kissing and board. When Peyton finally joins us, she’s in tears.
I give her a big hug, feeling bad that someone else is hurting because of me.
“I didn’t get much sleep last night. I’m going to crash,” she says with a little smile. She puts in headphones and seems to be out before we even take off.
“Have you talked to anyone from school since we’ve been gone?” Aiden asks me, taking what he seems to consider his normal spot, lying across the couch with his head in my lap.
“Just a couple Happy Thanksgiving texts. How about you?”
“I texted Logan and Riley off and on.”
“How was their holiday?”
“Well, Maggie showed up at Logan’s house in tears . . .”
“Wait. Why?!”
“Got in a fight with her parents, I guess. Logan said she didn’t want to talk about it, so he’s not really sure what happened.”
“That sucks. And what about Riley?”
“It was his idea to hijack your plane.”
“It was?”
“Yeah, I wasn’t sure what to do. I thought the moon . . .”
“I took the moon down. It pissed me off.”
“Why?”
“It was mocking me,” I stupidly say.
Aiden laughs. “Mocking you? How?”
I don’t answer. Just put my head down and knead my brow line with my fingers. “Because I didn’t think I’d see you again.”
“Are you okay?” Aiden moves my hand off my face, sits up, and looks directly into my soul.
“Yeah.”
“You’re not very convincing. Do you not want to go back? Would you really have left me without saying anything?”
“I told you goodbye.”
“Goodbye for break, not goodbye forever. In St. Croix, you said you’re always coming back for me. Did you mean it?”
“I said that I was coming back for you then.”
“And then I said you better always come back for me. You agreed.”
“No, I didn’t.”
He laughs. “Yeah, you did. You squeezed my hand. I knew what it meant.”
I stop smiling and sigh. “Aiden, things are so up in the air. I shouldn’t be making promises to anyone.”
“Then answer me this. Are you glad you’re here with me now?”
His question cuts through all the What if scenarios in my brain and speaks directly to my heart. And my heart knows there is only one way to reply. “Yes.” I close my eyes, willing back tears.
“Don’t cry. No more crying.”
“Then stop making me cry.” I laugh.
“So, being with me makes you cry?” He chuckles as he clutches at his chest. “Ouch, that hurts.”
I place my hand over his and say seriously, “It’s the thought of not being here with you that makes me cry.”
He cradles my face in his palms. “I was serious, Keatyn. Wherever you go, I go. Whatever family stuff you need to deal with, I’ll help you. You don’t have to face it alone.”
I can’t say anything. His determination—his belief that we can accomplish anything together—is so touching. I lean forward and thank him with my lips.
After kissing for a bit, he lays his head back in my lap. “You’re going to sleep the whole flight, aren’t you?”
He gives me a wink, then shuts his gorgeous green eyes.
For a while, I just watch him. The way his breathing slows down. The way his hair lies against my stomach. His long, dark brown eyelashes splayed across his cheeks. I run my hand across his forehead and into his hair, causing him to sigh.
Once I know he’s asleep, I grab my phone and get to work.
Starting with an instant message to B.
Me: We got cut off during all the craziness of your winning, so I didn’t get to tell you how proud I am of you. I’m ready to start implementing the takeover. Can we discuss tomorrow night? Say 12:30pm EST? I’m ready to get our lives back.
B: Me too, Keats. Things are so up in the air. You know, like, personally.
Me: Yeah, I know. B?
B: What?
Me: I wanna go home.
B: Me too. Tomorrow night