Page 59 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
My head turns so fast, I get whiplash. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you were with Steve for how long, right? And you didn’t even care when you broke up. Now you hooked up with this guy for the weekend, and you want him to call you?”
I gasp in complete shock, uncertain of how to respond. My mouth opens and closes, words refusing to pass my lips. Becca doesn’t seem concerned with my distress, not in the least.
I turn to look at the back of the seat in front of me for the rest of the trip. I’ve always thought of Becca as my best friend. Her throwing in my face everything I ever shared with her in confidence is breaking something inside of me.
The pilot finally announces that we’re about to land. I put my seatbelt on, and when I notice that Becca is not moving, I repeat to her what the pilot told us. She seems all confused and out of place.
I get quiet again and mind my own business, praying I can get off this plane as soon as possible. The tension is killing me slowly.
When we are given the green light to stand up, I grab our bags from the overhead compartment and hand Becca hers.
“Thanks,” she is all meek and quiet now.
“Yup,” is all I am capable of saying.
“I’m really sorry, Em,” she continues as we walk out. I completely ignore her and do my thing. I am walking fast, and she can barely keep up with me, but I don’t care. Her treating me like shit was not part of the program for this trip.
I spot the hire car my dad sent for us as soon as I walk outside, so I stop to flag it.
“I’ll call you an Uber if you want,” I tell Becca. I feel bad leaving her here all alone. She seems shocked at my announcement.
“Are you not going back to Sunny?”
“I am. My dad hired a driver,” I inform her. “But I don’t have the energy to sit for another hour next to you while you completely ignore me.”
I have reached my quota for life. I am stressed and I am over all this bullshit. I don’t even understand any of what’s going on with her because she’s not talking to me about it.
“Not only that, Becca,” I cut her off when she tries to say something. “But you act like I’m, like I’m…” I lose it and start crying. The stress of these last few days is taking its toll on me. I can’t deal with stress on a good day, but now, the sudden emotions I feel toward Puck, combined with everything else, I just can’t deal.
I hear Becca apologizing to me, but I don’t even care anymore. I want to go home and feel sorry for myself alone, as always. It is obvious that I can’t count on her for it.
“Let’s find my dad’s driver, then get the hell home.”
At least she makes an effort to talk to me on our way to Sunny. She asks me about the paperwork for my mom’s estate, and she tells me again that she’s sorry.
“I’m sorry, too,” I finally relent. I hate staying mad at people.
Becca seems surprised by it. “About what?”
“About what you went through with Dylan.” I can tell she cares about this guy. “I thought it was all so romantic. That he waited for you at the hotel like that, I mean.”
“This weekend was nothing like the girls’ trip we thought we were embarking on when we left Montana, right?”
I start laughing, that’s an understatement. “Not even a little bit. What a cluster for sure!”
My heart feels a little lighter now that she’s putting some effort into it. And I can’t help the insecurities taking over.
“I wonder if he’ll call.”
No matter what I do or how I look at things, the fact of the matter is that I got attached to Puck in a way I never felt with Steve. It will eat at me until he calls me.
Ifhe calls…
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Emily
