The Weekend With The Beta 1

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e still talk a lot," she sounded a bit apologetic and excited. "I'll email the ticket to you and I will be expecting you, love you, bye," She said all in a rush before hanging up. I took a few deep breaths and calmed myself down. The room wasn't spinning. Not anymore anyway. The sun was shining through my window and I looked outside. It had turned cold though, I shivered. There was a chime from my phone, and truly, she had emailed the flight ticket and her address. I wanted to decline but I needed this. There were a lot of missed calls and messages from Bella but I didn't open any. The next morning after another teary session, I packed my bags and left. "Fuck school" I muttered under my breath. I was surprised when the flight didn't take as long as I expected, it was barely three hours and we landed. "Are you Nicole?" A rich baritone emitted from a Greek god. If I ever thought Killian was good-looking, then scratch that. The man in front of me was over 6 '2, making me a bit intimidated, with messy black hair and bright Olive eyes. The eyes seemed like they could stare into the bottom of your soul, they could see your darkest secrets. His facial features made him look like a lead character from a mediaeval movie about gods. "Ye...Yes," I stuttered before shaking my head to clear my thoughts. "Leah sent me, I am Zach" He answered. He didn't offer to help me with my suitcase, but I didn't mind either. I followed him to the car, threw my suitcase into his trunk, and moved to the passenger seat. My seatbelt wouldn't budge so he proceeded to help me with it. "Thanks" He only stared at me wordlessly before turning his attention to the steering. I was suddenly self-conscious, he was so good looking and I felt like a potato sack beside him. The ride was so quiet except for the sounds of other cars on the road, one could hear a pin drop. He stopped at a gas station to pick up groceries, no he didn't tell me that, I had to assume because he left with a word. Rude. When he returned with a bag of groceries, he dropped them on the back seat and when he was about to start the car, something fell out of his pocket. I bent to help him pick it and he bent too. We both froze when our hands brushed against one another's fingertips as we fumbled for the object. We looked up