Broken

• Chapter 6 •

I wake suddenly, every thought in high definition. My eyes take in every ray of light and without a doubt I know I've slept too long. The noises are of a day in full swing, traffic heavy. I snatch my phone from my bedside table and my eyes widen in horror.

Shit. Shit shit shit. That's it. I'm dead.

5 missed calls from mom.

I'm staggering towards my closet and pulling on the first things I see in a fraction of the time it would usually take for my lazy ass to pick an outfit and call mom back with my less-than-free hand.

"Clementine! Where are you? Tony has been waiting outside the apartment for over twenty minutes!" mom shrills.

"I'm sorry! I slept in! I'm putting last minute things into my bag and then I'm out of the house. I'll be out in less than five minutes. AGH, fuck!" I yell out in frustration as my pinky-toe makes contact with my dresser.

"Watch your tongue, young lady. I cannot believe you slept in, you know our flight is today! That is very irresponsible of you!" she scolds.

I roll my eyes but decide not to make a snarky comment, she's right. "I know, I know. I'm sorry! It is a private jet though, I'm sure you can stall for ten extra minutes?" I inquire hopefully.

"No, we can't. We have a set timing to leave in forty minutes, and it takes thirty to get here. So hurry up, or you'll miss the flight," with that, she hangs up.

Crap, Minty. Of all days to be you and sleep in, you just had to pick today. I grab a huge beach bag and stuff my laptop, chargers, journal, and phone in. I put on a pair of sunglasses—trying to avoid my reflection at any cost—pick up my already packed suitcase (thank God I didn't wait until this morning to do that, too) and head out the door without a glance back.

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- BRANDON -

"Uhh... Minty? What exactly do you call that outfit..?" I scratch the back of my neck and knit my eyebrows in confusion as I look over her outfit choice. She has on red tracksuit pants, a black polo, a bohemian cardigan, flip flops and she's carrying a gigantic beach bag.

Clementine narrows her eyes to slits, "Don't provoke me."

She storms into the plane as Aurora and I break into a fit of giggles. "I should probably have warned her that Eric and his parents would be picking us up..." Aurora mumbles sheepishly.

My face breaks into a grin, "This should be amusing," I muse.

"We're terrible people," Aurora sighs.

We both look at each other silently and shrug at the same time, "Eh."

We're laughing again.

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- CLEMENTINE -

"So where's the taxi or driver or whatever?" I ask while yawning as we hop off the plane.

Mom's face goes pale and dad starts laughing, what?

"Well?" I raise my eyebrows at them expectedly. Why are they being so weird?

Mom gives me a tight-lipped nod and points behind me. My heart sinks when I turn around to see Ella, Daario, and who I'm guessing is Eric's back facing me.

I turn back to mom and dad in panic, "WHAT THE FUCK?"

Dad is loving this. "Language," mom snaps.