Demetri
Airports were not my happy placeâand this time it was worse because I wasn't with Alec.
By myself. I was all by myself.
I checked my phone. Nat had texted me. God, I loved that girl. More than life, more than air, more than freaking Starbucks or my guitar orâ
Cursing, I shoved my phone back into my pocket.
That was why.
It's not like I wanted to test her loyalty or anything. I just loved herâI wanted her to be able to go to her Senior Homecoming even if I wasn't going to be the guy to take her.
Ironic, that I didn't trust anyone but my brother to do the job. Especially considering he'd confessed not but a few days ago that he liked her.
At least he was finally honest. I could respect him for that, for not lying to me when I asked him straight up how he felt and if I could trust him.
It's hard.
Hard when you love two people so muchâand know deep down in your soulâthey love each other possibly just as much as you love them. What's a guy supposed to do with that?
Did it make me selfish that I was willing to still date Nat when I knew that part of her still wanted him? Did it make me a horrible brother?
I pulled my baseball hat further over my eyes and handed the boarding pass to the attendant.
With a sigh I walked onto the plane and took my seat in first class.
âChampagne?â The flight attendant held a tray in front of me.
I stared at the alcohol, my mouth immediately going dry. I thought of Nat, thought about how long I'd actually gone without drugs or alcohol, and shook my head. âNo. I'm good.â
It seemed small. To say no to a drink.
But for me it was epic.
I wanted to run around the plane and do a little dance, possibly flash someone my nipple rings, just so I could see their shocked expression.
Instead, I pulled out my phone and stared at Nat's picture.
A month ago I was doing it for her.
Todayâwas the first time I'd done something for me.