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thirty

justins pov:
i shook my head as i recalled the previous events. she was so kind, so concerned, so breathtaking, yet i walked away as if she never uttered a word my way.

im a conceited dick, it's true, i only stick around for as long as it benefits me, as soon as things get hard, i leave.

i breathed out frustratingly and continued to scroll down my Twitter news feed, attempting to block out my obnoxious behaviour

sorayacoleman; eek! time to head back to la, anyone else scared of planes? :/

clevvernews; dylan o'brien & soraya Coleman sighted together earlier today outside the four seasons hotel, a new love affair?

i favourited soraya's tweet, but quickly regretted it once i scrolled further. it took everything inside of me not to throw my phone against the wall.

maintain your composition justin, relax.

i shut my eyes and braced myself for what i was about to do next, i clicked onto his profile and read a few of his tweets, not that he has many.

i rolled my eyes as a response. do his 'fans' really ship this? do they not know that soraya and i have - used to have a thing?

i spend a few minutes debating my own question. they probably don't, actually. we've only been sighted a few times together, and im always leaving her behind. this is my fault

i hurryingly click on her contact and then the call button, impatiently i tap my fingers against my knee whilst waiting for her to pick up.

"justin, im about to board the plane, is everything okay? i can come back if you need something" i smiled at her offer, she's too good for me, i know that, i hope she does too

"nah everything's good, i saw your tweet, thought i'd better check on you, and i have a quick question, you don't have to a-"

she cuts me off with a giggle "justin, you're ridiculous, just ask. oh and thankyou"

why does she have to be so goddamn nice all the time, when does this girl ever release her inner bitch? i could do with a slap to my head

"okay, well. uh. are you and dylan dating?" i asked, scratching the back of my neck

"no, where'd you pick that up from?" her voice is still sweet, but somehow, it's not as dainty, more aggravated?

"one of his tweets lead me to think otherwise, sorry" i could hear her steady breaths on the other side of the phone, i couldn't tell if she was thinking or just staying quiet

"well, im gonna go die bye" i furrow my eyebrows in confusion but don't give her enough time to hang up just yet

"why would you ever think of that?" i run a hand through my hair and try to imagine her really meaning what she said, no. no, id never let that happen.

"im so scared, it's stupid i know but, i hate planes with a passion" i think of something that might be consoling, but nothing comes to mind

"take my private jet, i leave tomorrow anyways, it'll be back by then" i do hope she realises this isn't an offer, it's a demand

"are you sure? i don't want you to think im forcing this upon you or anything" i open my mouth to say something like 'nah it's good' but ive realised, she opened up to me today as well, it's only right if i do something back

"i'd never think that of you, you're one of the most compassionate and caring people i know, you have a heart of gold, maybe sometimes that might even be your downfall, but ill tell you one thing, it definetely went hand in hand with your killer looks when it came down to me falling for you"

i smack my face with the palm of my hand,
did i really just say that?

"jay, i need to tell yo- wait, i have to go, keep your jet, the flight isn't long anyways" i grimace painfully, damn, if only we had a second longer i would've been able to hear what she wanted to say

"text me when you land, okay?" i could basically feel her eye roll at my demand

"yes, daddy" i almost choke on the water i had just gulped and soon enough i could feel my whole body begin to heat up

"did you just?" i hear her take a big gulp and sigh

"unfortunately, i didn't mean it that way though, anyways, ha looks like I gotta go" she hangs up the phone before i can even think of responding, leaving me completely bewildered.
she so meant it that way.

five hours later:
her flight should have landed by now, why hasn't she texted me? did she forget? did something happen? is she even alive?

i let all my thoughts eat my brain away until i hear my phone buzz, i leap over to it and a breath of relief escapes my lips, thank god

soraya: ugh, they lost my baggage 🙄

justin: poor thing, what airline?

soraya: American Airlines, why?

justin: just rang them up, they're bringing it over to you now :)

soraya: tf, how did you.. what..

justin: one of the many perks of being my girl

soraya: your girl? since when.

justin: uh, are you not ok with that?

soraya: im confused, why send all these mixed messages? you always push me away then after a day or two you act like nothing ever happened, why?

justin: im indecisive?

soraya: well that doesn't cut it, you can't keep playing with my emotions like this justin, not when i finally figured out how i feel about you.

justin: and that is??

soraya: i

soraya: nvms jay, i gtg. ttyl bye

authors note;
so I changed up the set up of the book, like or dislike? I need to know for the future chapters

love you allll ✨