Being a dork is a full occupation.

Part 2! This chapter is SUPER important. Most of you will be upset, but it will get better!

Alex

I gave the taxi driver all the money I had to drive as fast as the law would let him to the airport. I fiddled with my hoodie nervously, hoping that I could get there in time. I knew I had fucked up. I wouldn't be surprised if she never wanted to see my face again. I wanted to know if there was at least the smallest part of her still loved me.

The minute he had stepped on the brakes in front of the airport, I jumped out and ran inside, being stopped at security. "Boarding pass?" a woman asked.

"I-I don't have a pass, you see my girlfriend is about to board a plane and I may never see her again, please just let me through!" I begged.

She shook her head. "I'm afraid I can't do that mister. Please step aside." She told me as politely as she could.

"The hell I won't!" I muttered, jumping over the conveyer belt and racing towards the gates. I heard the commotion of the security guards running after me. I desperately looked around to know which gate she was in. I spotted Nashville, Tennessee in gate 8 and picked up my pace.

"flight 164 to Nashville, Tennessee is now boarding" a voice announced. I started to panic.

Then, I saw a familar head of bright red hair move through the line. "Hayley!" I yelled, trying to get her attention. I opened my mouth to yell her name again when I suddenly was pinned to the ground. "Let go of me." I tried to wriggle underneath their grip as I watched her disappear in the crowd. It was too late. She was gone.

Hayley

"flight 164 to Nashville, Tennessee is now boarding" a voice over the intercom announced.

I loosened my grip a little on my duffel bag and took a breath as I got up and made my way to the gate. The flight attendant smiled as I handed her my boarding pass. "I love your hair!" she said cheerfully.

"Thanks," I mumbled with a small smile, absentmindedly tucking my hair behind my ear, remembering I had just gotten it done. My head perked up when I thought I heard someone call my name. I looked around subtly and decided that I was just hearing things. I got to the front of my aisle and awkwardly looked for where my seat was. It was in the emergency exit seats, right on the wing. My stomach twisted in knots. I hated flying in general, but my least favorite spot on the plane was the wing seats. Even more than being in the back of the plane. I sighed and grabbed my duffle bag and stretched onto my toes in a pitiful attempt to put it in the cabinet above. I hated being so short.

A brown haired man came over and put the duffel in the cabinet securely. "Thanks." I said, relieved, turning to look at his face. I tried to hide my grimace. His red hoddie and beanie reminded me too much of Alex.

He smiled. "No prob." he said, taking his seat, which happened to be right next to mine.

I swallowed and got settled in my seat, trying to not awknowledge his presence. The flight attendant came by and stopped to look me up and down. "Excuse me miss, would you be willing to switch to an empty seat closer to the front? You're a little to small to sit here if the worst should happen." She said politely.

I felt relief, but irritated that I was being belittled because of my height. 5'2'' isn't that short. I nodded and she led me to my new seat, much closer to the front, and next to one of the windows. Once I got situated, I overheard two flight attendants talk about some terrorist-wannabe type trying to get on the plane. Well, it was New York. Nothing out of the ordinary. I drowned out the voice of the pilot over the intercom as we made our way to the runway to take off. I closed my eyes and clutched my seat as we took off, only opening my eyes when we were up safely in the air, to take one last look at the city I called home for 10 years. The sun had started to set, illuminating the buildings with a golden glow I was going to miss.

It was time for me to start fresh...and forget Alex Gaskarth.