Rose
My heart beats quick and hard in my chest. Sweat glistens off my forehead and my leg bounces off the balls of my feet. I chew on my lip as the car drives closer and closer to the airport.
This is f*****g with my nerves. Badly.
Ryder glances at me while driving, chuckling.
"Rose relax, she doesn't bite." Ryder squeezes my leg with the hand on my lap. He likes grabbing my thigh too much, weirdo.
"Liar. " I whisper. If she rasied this loaf, she must bite and scratch.
We turn into the airport parking lot. f**k. She's seconds away. What if she hates me? I have a habit of doing that to parental figures.
Ryder parks the car and we both hop out and make our way to the ever-crowded airport. We get inside and weave our way through the masses, searching for the exit of Christine's, Ryde
