The Hardest Fall by Ella Maise

Author:Ella Maise [Maise, Ella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-04-16T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Zoe

I was doing it. I was really doing it.

I was about to board a plane with Mark, Chris, Dylan, and their whole freaking team.

We were supposed to take the same bus to the airport as the team, but both Miriam and the guy who was coming with us for the interviews, Cash, had been late. Instead of braving it and getting on the bus on my own, I’d opted to take an Uber to the airport with them.

As Cash and Miriam chatted away during the ride over, I was worrying about how my sudden appearance would go over. Neither Mark nor Dylan knew I was joining them for the game. I could’ve and should’ve told Dylan, but after the week he’d had with what had happened to his friend, I’d barely seen him after the night I’d found him sitting in the dark. Even when I did, he usually went to his room to crash as soon as he walked through the door.

That evening had been the second time we’d held hands for what seemed like hours and didn’t even acknowledge it afterward. I wasn’t sure if he saw it as a normal thing, but if you asked my heart and the butterflies that seemed to make a home in my stomach, it was very far from a normal occurrence. It didn’t help that I could still feel the impression of his hand around mine. If I made a fist, I could almost mimic the exact same pressure I’d felt when his hand had squeezed tight around mine.

Miriam’s bag bumped my shin as she wheeled her carry-on bag toward the escalator.

“Shit.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Zoe.” She stopped next to me and released a big sigh. “It’s lunchtime and I didn’t even have breakfast yet. Do you think they’ll give out snacks?”

“It’s not a commercial flight, so I doubt that.”

“You’re right, I guess. I’m hoping there is good food at—”

“What are you doing standing around? They’re waiting for us. Hurry up,” Cash yelled as he passed us in a slow jog. He was wearing a short trench coat even though it was still warm, and he had a wrapped burrito in one hand while he hugged his laptop to his chest, a duffel bag in the other. He was a complete mess.

“I call dibs,” Miriam said quietly, leaning toward me.

“What?”

“Cash—I call dibs on him,” she repeated before following the guy in question up the stairs.

She could have him, all right.

I took my sweet time getting up those steps, so it was no wonder I was the very last person to board the plane. I hated that the anticipation of Mark’s reaction was affecting me to the point that I was on the verge of dragging my feet like a six-year-old.

The plane was filled with chatter and guys…so many guys. Some were standing up, pushing their bags into the overhead bins, some were laughing, some singing.

When I saw that Cash and Miriam were still lingering where the rows of seats started, I considered hiding behind them for a brief moment.

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