After meandering through the hordes of holiday travelers and boarding the plane, I realize that I’m really doing this.
I’m really leaving him.
Chapter 2
By the time my plane lands, I’ve realized three things: 1) I need to hurry up and rewrite my list of resolutions 2) Babies should be forever banned from all flights 3) Some people think sharing a seat means they have to divulge their entire life story to you.
I’ve learned more about the complexities of shoveling cow dung than I’ll ever need to know thanks to the man who was sitting next to me.
“I hope I didn’t bore you too much with my talk, young lady.” He smiles as he stands up. “If you’re ever in California, remember to visit my ranch. I’ll show you how to make the finest manure you’ve ever seen.”
“I will definitely do that...” I wait for him to walk away and look over my shoulder. Several passengers have yet to get off the plane so I’ll wait to get up; my next flight won’t board for another few hours.
Pulling out my phone, I notice that I have new voice mails. Before I can see who they’re from, my best friend David’s face flashes across the screen.
“Hey, David.”
“Hey David?” He mocks me. “Where are you?”
“Um...” I hesitate.
“Um? It’s Friday and I’m at Starbucks, ready to listen to a week’s worth of ‘Fuck Adrian’ talk. I practically look forward to this every week.”
“What? No you don’t!”
“Of course I don’t.” He scoffs. “Seriously though, where are you? Are you close by?”
“Is Atlanta considered close by?”
The line is suddenly silent. Then I hear him laughing—laughing hysterically.
“Is that the name of a new restaurant downtown? What street is it on? I’m on my way.”
“Atlanta as in Georgia, David.” My voice cracks a bit.
“What?!”
“I um...I decided to leave Adrian this morning. I don’t want to marry him.”
“Then you could’ve just said you didn’t want to marry him. You didn’t have to fly out of the state to make your point.” He sighs, and then he gets into his overprotective mode. “How long do you plan to be gone?”
“Two weeks.”
“Two weeks?” He sounds shocked. “Do you have any money? Did you tell your boss?”
“No...And I kinda told my boss to f**k-off a couple hours ago.”
“Should I assume that Adrian has no idea that you’re in Atlanta?”
“You should.” I can practically picture him shaking his head and crossing his arms. Even though we’ve been best friends for over a decade, whenever I’m upset he treats me like I’m his little sister. (And he hates Adrian...Always has.)
“Okay...I’ll have my secretary wire you a couple thousand. Is Atlanta your final destination?”
“Boston.”
“Boston, Paris?” He raises his voice. “You don’t know anyone in Boston! And you damn sure don’t—” He stops. “What do you honestly expect to happen when you come back to Nashville in two weeks? Did you plan this runaway trip or did you just wake up this morning and decide to jump on a plane?”
I don’t answer.
“Figures.” He lets out a long sigh. “I’ll make some hotel arrangements and have a driver meet you. Do you plan on calling anyone before tonight’s party, or are you going to make them hire a search party?”
“You can tell them I’m not coming at exactly six fifty two.”
“Why six fifty two? Wait, you know what? I don’t even want to know.”
“Fine. Just don’t say a word about it until then, okay? Not even to Amy. ”
“Who is Amy?”
“Your girlfriend.”
“From last week.” He snorts. “This week it’s Rachel. Can I tell her?”
“No!”
He laughs, and then he clears his throat. “I’m very proud of you, Paris. Glad you finally woke up and saw the f**king light—even though the way you’re going about it is the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard. Now, if only we could find someone who knew how to f**k you right.”
I hang up and roll my eyes. Conversations with David always end in sexual innuendos, and whenever we’re together people always assume that we’re more than friends.
We’re not. Far from it.
Although he’s insanely attractive and women cling to him like magnets, in my eyes he’s still the boy who popped my bra straps in middle school.
Maybe he’s right, maybe this plan IS stupid...Then again, he critiques p**n for a living...%*$
***
I’m two seconds away from jumping out of my chair and screaming, “Please shut the hell up!” to the arguing couple behind me. They woke me up an hour ago, and I haven’t been able to go back to sleep since.
Apparently, the douchebag boyfriend is insisting that she suck her tears up and act happy whenever they land to meet his family. She, on the other hand, hates his parents and is threatening to go home and leave him by himself.
I’m tempted to turn around and tell her to leave his ass, but they start kissing.
Ugh...
“Passengers heading to Washington, D.C.,” a voice calls over the intercom, “we are about to begin the boarding process. At this time I ask that any passengers with disabilities and any passengers traveling with small children make their way to the desk.”