Shattered Ink

Addison

“I so totally failed my Econ final,” I tell Lisa as we head into the Santa Barbara airport, which is pretty light on the customers for a Friday afternoon. “That’s what I get for the hard partying last night.”

She snorts while pulling her white blond hair into a messy bun. “Dudette, you didn’t even drink.”

“And yet I feel hung over.”

She laughs. “At least you’re not wearing your sad girl clothes any longer.”

“Don’t hate, beeyotch,” I faux scold as we head for one of the available Check-In kiosks. “And you know what? I actually got hit on last night. Even in my orange sweats and tear-stained t-shirt.”

Her mouth drops one. “Wait. Some horny frat boy smelled the desperation on you and went for it? I refuse to believe it.”

I shake my head. “So mean.”

She blows me an air kiss. “It’s why you love me.”

“No,” I say, laughing. “That’s not why.” I type in the confirmation code Rush emailed me yesterday. Since I’m always going to him, he insists on paying for my flights. I feel weird about it, even tried arguing with him about it, but it’s no use. When Rush Merrick wants something, he gets it.

A shiver moves through my body at the thought, and everything below my waist gets all tight and hot. Oh yeah, I miss him.

“Hey,” Lisa says, snapping her fingers near the touch screen. “Confirm your flight so I can get out of here, girlie. I gots some serious plans.”

She draws out that last word which is usually code for ‘I’m not thrilled about this, but I’m doing it anyway,’ and after OKing my flight and setting the thing to print my boarding pass, I turn to look at her. “Guy from last night or somebody new?”

She snorts. “I wish it was the guy from last night.” Her eyes lose a little of their mischievous blue glow. “It’s someone my family set me up with. Real Santa Barbara blue blood, buttoned up, junior partner in my dad’s law firm kind of thing.”

“Sorry, Lis. I know how much you hate buttons.”

“It’s fine.” She shakes her head, trying to play off like it’s no big deal when we both know the control her family has over her and her future makes her insane.

“It’s one date,” I say, adding a casual shrug for good measure.

“I know.” She takes a deep breath and gives me a forced smile. “Okay. Go see your beautiful tattooed man, fuck his brains out, tell him you love him a hundred times then come back and finish your last week with a clear head, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

Sensing my hesitation, her perfectly manicured brows draw together. “What?”

“Graduation is next weekend.”

“Right.”

“So, I’m just thinking, what then, you know? Where do we go? Do we stay in California? Do I stay in California? Do I find a job here? Or…do I go to Vegas?”

Lisa blinks, slightly confused. “Oh. Well, Vegas I guess. Right?”

I shrug. “I don’t know.”

She chews her lip, maybe deciding what she should say. “What’s Rush say?”

Rush…he’s said nothing. He hasn’t even mentioned it. “We haven’t talked about it. I don’t even know if he’s coming to graduation.”

“So ask him.”

I study the floor of the airport for a second. “Maybe.”

“Come on, Addy, the guy loves you.”

“I know.” I grab my boarding pass and try to kill the conversion by looking anywhere but at Lisa.

She doesn’t go for it. “Okay. What are you thinking?”

My eyes can’t help themselves. They connect with hers again. “What if he’s having second thoughts? What if he’s not that into me anymore? What if what happened between us five weeks ago was just leftover sparks that needed to be released?”

Lisa stares at me like I’m nuts. “Jeez, no wonder you failed your final.”

“Right?” I return with a pathetic laugh. “I need to back off a little, don’t I? Stop putting so much pressure on us? Play it cool before I lose him to my madness. I don’t want that to happen again. Besides you, he’s the only family I got.”

Before Lisa can answer, the customer service rep comes over to check my ticket. “Any bags?”

I hold up my carry-on. “Just this.”

“Enjoy your flight,” the woman says coolly before walking away.

“First Class again,” Lisa says.

I glance over at her. She’s stolen my boarding pass and is looking over it with her x-ray vision. “Every time. The boy’s got skills, that’s for sure.” She hands it back to me. “Listen, girlie, I don’t blame you for holding on tight and getting freaked out when you think he’s not. After how you grew up, it’s understandable. Probably to Rush, too. But may I suggest, instead of playing, maybe you should just be honest with him.”

I release a heavy breath. “So show him my crazy? You said it yourself, psycho bitch isn’t sexy.”

“Come here.” Lisa gives me a hug. “I love you, mama.”

“Love you, too.”

“See you tomorrow night?”

I nod against her shoulder. “You know, Lis, I can totally take a cab—”

She pulls back and gives me her fiercest mock glare. “Don’t make a beeyotch cut you.”

“You’re not a beeyotch. You’re a whore.” I smile broadly. “I better go. Text me about your date, ‘k?”

Her fierce expression fades a touch, but she rallies and tosses me a kiss and a quick wave before heading for the door. I guess we both have our issues to deal with.

I turn and make a beeline for security. In a few hours, I’m going to see Rush. And in turn, he’s going to see me. But the calm-cool-collected-and-completely-unconcerned-about-the-future me. Not the crazy chick who feels like her world is falling apart when she’s not around him.