Ellie is excited to go to another country and watch her best friend get married. Logan and Mason seem to be totally fine with the idea of getting on a metal death trap. Lainey hasn’t mentioned being frightened or nervous about the flight.
Me? I’m already thinking of everything that can go wrong. What if the airline loses my luggage? What if I miss the flight while I’m taking a piss? What if the flight gets cancelled and I miss the damn wedding? What if the fucking plane goes down? Fuck.
My palms feel sweaty, and I can feel my breathing accelerating but I try my best to hold it together since Logan is still all up in my space.
Growling, I walk to my closet and pull some shirts off the hangers, tossing them haphazardly into the open suitcase on my bed.
I can feel Logan’s intense gaze on me as I rummage through my dresser to pull out a few pairs of pants, briefs, socks, and a few pairs of pajamas. Lastly, I throw a couple pairs of shoes in and call it a day.
Cramming them all into the suitcase, it struggles a bit to zipper, but I eventually get it to stick.
“You good, man?” Logan asks, a hint of concern lacing his voice.
“Great,” I bite back. “Can you fuck off now?”
Instead of leaving the room, Logan takes a step closer to me, causing my fists to clench at my sides. If he doesn’t leave now, I might hit him.
It’ll really suck when the best man shows up to the wedding with a huge black eye, but if he doesn’t stop pushing, that’s what’s going to happen.
I’m already anxious, and I hate being anxious. I’m normally cool and collected. Even when all the shit went down with my father, I stayed rational. Right now, my skin is crawling, and I feel like I want to scream.
“What is your problem, Monroe?” Logan spits, clearly frustrated at my outburst. I don’t blame him. I’m being a dick, right now I can’t control it.
“Woah, what’s going on, Shitheads? Familial dispute?” Mason asks, letting himself into my room that already feels way too cramped. Logan turns to my cousin who looks more entertained than he should.
“Your boy here’s being an asshole,” he explains, as if it isn’t his fault that I’m being like this.
In all fairness, he probably doesn’t even realize that he’s the one that set me off.
Mason looks between me and Logan, then to the bed where my suitcase sits. Realization seems to hit him before he looks back to Logan who looks lost now.
“You finally got him to pack?” he asks Logan. Logan shrugs.
“I guess, but he turned into a dick, and I’m trying to figure out why.”
Mason moves beside me, his hands landing on my shoulders and squeezing as if I’m about to enter a boxing ring.
“Well, that would be because my dear cousin here is-” I cut him off before he can finish.
“Fuck off, Mason,” I snap, shrugging his hands off of my shoulders. Instead of backing off, Mason stays where he is, chuckling to himself.
“What?” Logan asks. Mason opens his mouth to finish his statement. I shoot him the strongest death glare I can. His smile just grows.
“Keep your mouth shut,” I warn. Mason ignores the threat in my voice and continues.
“He’s afraid of flying.”
I’m going to kill him. I know a shit ton of people are afraid of flying. That doesn’t mean I wanted it advertised that I’m a bitch about it.
I’m supposed to be this tough, rugby playing asshole that has no fear, and here I am, terrified of getting on a damn airplane. Pathetic.
Logan looks from Mason to me, confusion laced in his expression.
“That’s why you weren’t packed? Did you think if you didn’t pack, you wouldn’t have to get on the flight tomorrow?” he inquires. I don’t know what I was thinking, honestly. I never put myself in these situations.
I don’t travel, and when I do, I do it by roadway. Flying is never my first choice. Unfortunately, there’s no other way to get to Italy by tomorrow morning. So plane it is.
I shrug. Logan chuckles, and I think he’s going to give me shit about being a little bitch, but he doesn’t.
