Chapter 8

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A/N: I was originally going to write a few chapters with Sabrina in Australia. But I have no idea what to do for them😂. So yeah we're skipping the whole Australia trip and she's coming back to America! You might be upset over that, but hey, at least I'm writing again. I needed some way to introduce Xavier to the story. You may now read chapter 8!

Sabrina's POV

"You know, you really don't have to come with us all the way to our gate," I roll my eyes as I watch Xavier pay for his gate pass.

"I know. But I won't get to see you for a long time. I want to spend as much time as I can with you before you leave," Xavier smiles as we exit security and head towards my gate.

"I'm gonna miss you so much," I whine, leaning my head against his shoulder. He slips his fingers through mine and I hold onto his hand tight.

Now, I know what you're thinking. But no, Xavier and I are not dating. We did get really close over the last month I spent in Australia, and I think it's obvious to both of us that we like each other. But it would never work out with me going back to America and Xavier staying in Australia. So we decided to just be friends, for now.

Xavier and I walk the rest of the way to my gate in complete silence with Sarah and the rest of my band trailing behind. Once we get to the gate, we all sit down and wait to board. After about a half an hour, the flight attendant comes over the intercom, letting us know our section is ready to board.

I slowly stand up, pulling Xavier up with me and throw my arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. He instantly hugged me back, and I felt my eyes fill with tears.

"I'm going to miss you so so much, Xavier," I choke out as we pull away from our hug.

"Don't worry. It's going to be okay," Xavier reassures me as he gently rubs my arm. "You have my number, and you can text me any time you want to."

The flight attendant came over the intercom once more, telling everyone who hadn't already boarded to do so.

I turn back to Xavier and gently kiss his cheek before grabbing my purse and walking towards the door.

"I'll miss you, B," I hear Xavier say as I walk away.

Ouch. Nobody is allowed to call me that except Bradley.

I pretend not to hear him and continue walking. I give the flight attendant my boarding pass and get on the plane. I find my seat next and plop down with Sarah sitting next to me. I lean my head against the window and try not to let my thoughts take over.

"You okay, Sabrina?" Sarah asks me suddenly.

"Yeah. I'm fine," I mumble.

"I know you're going to miss Xavier, but I know you'll see him again sometime," Sarah tries to comfort me.

"Sure. Because I visit Australia all the time, and Xavier comes to America every other weekend," I sarcastically remark.

"No need to get all snippy," Sarah rolls her eyes at me.

"Not being able to see Xavier isn't the only think that's making me upset though," I say.

"What else?"

"Xavier called me B," I tell Sarah.

"What's wrong with that? Bradley calls you B all the time."

"Exactly! It's weird hearing other people call me that and I don't really like it," I confess. "I don't want anyone to call me that except for Bradley..."

"Then tell Xavier that," Sarah tells me. "I can tell he really cares about you and he wouldn't do anything on purpose if he knew it would upset you."

"Why are you always right?" I giggle at my smartass sister.

"Because Peyton's always wrong," Sarah smirks. "I'm so used to being right when it comes to Peyton, and now it happens naturally with everyone else."

"Seriously, when are you and Peyton getting married? I'm dying for this Peyrah wedding," I groan.

"Well, my dear sister, that's something you need to talk to Peyton about," Sarah laughs as she puts her earbuds in. I put my earbuds in as well and turn on James Bay's album as the plane takes off. Once we are in the air, I shut my eyes and eventually fall asleep.

-the next day-

"SABRINA!" I'm awoken by my best friend's excruciatingly loud voice holler. Suddenly, I feel her jumping up and down on my bed before she lands right on top of me.

"Rowan! I told you to stay calm!" Bradley's voice whisper-screams at her.

"She's been gone for a month, Bradley! Let me love her!" Rowan yells as she hugs me.

"Why would you do this to me, Row?" I groan, somewhat hugging her back. I still haven't opened my eyes and I'm still laying down.

"It's two o'clock in the afternoon! You need to get out of bed!" Rowan shakes me and tries to pull me up, but I flop back down to my pillows.

"I'm jet-lagged," I mumble into my pillow. "Leave me alone."

"I told you she hates you," Bradley teases Rowan and I quickly realize I completely forgot he was even here.

"Bradley!" I exclaim, jumping out of the bed and flinging myself into his arm. Thank goodness he was strong enough to catch me, or we both would've fallen on the floor.

"Shit, B," Bradley laughs as he hugs me tightly. "I was not prepared for that."

"Yes you were!" I giggle, pulling back from our hug so I can look at him. "You caught me. Therefore, you were ready."

"Ugh," I hear Rowan scoff. "You hug him but not your best friend? I'm hurt."

"Oh, fine," I smirk at Rowan before tackling her back onto the bed. I hug her as tightly as I can.

"Okay! Sabrina! You can let go now! Can't breathe!" Rowan gasps while still laughing.

"Now you know how it feels," I tell her as I stand back up. "Can I go back to sleep now?"

"Yes. But we're staying here with you!" Rowan says, flopping into the bed, pulling me down with her.

"Well, I'm just gonna go..." Bradley trails off as he begins walking towards the door.

"Oh no you don't!" I grab his write and pull him down next to me. "You stay here too."

We turn on Netflix and watch Dance Moms for the rest of the day.

A/N: well, this is the longest amount of time I've ever gone without updating. Don't hate me. I'm sorry. I've been busy recently.

I've been writing so much stuff for later in this story and I'm so freaking excited to publish it! Some of my best writing, if I do say so myself. I promise you guys will read it soon!

I wrote this whole chapter in study hall and I'm so happy that I can publish it now because I feel so bad for not updating in a long time. GUYS I SEE MY FRESHMEN ENGLISH TEACHER RIGHT NOW. SHE WAS REALLY COOL. SHE HAS A ROMEO AND JULIET PODIUM IN HER CLASSROOM AND SHE HAS HARRY POTTER QUOTES PAINTED ON THE WALLS. THIS WOMAN WAS MY HOMIE LAST YEAR. HI MRS REINKE!

Y'all my French teacher is going to Minneapolis tonight to see Stromae in concert and I'm pissed that she didn't invite me LIKE COME ON STROMAE IS MY FUTURE HUSBAND YALL I WANNA SEE HIS GORGEOUS FACE AND HIS FLAWLESS DANCING AND VOCALS! If you haven't ever listened to Stromae, go do it. I recommend Ta Fête and Papaoutai.

So I have this new Shakespeare notebook (it's the most beautiful thing I've ever gotten in my life) and I really want to write something in it that is important to me. But I don't know what to write. So you guys need to leave me suggestions in the comments about what I should put in that notebook. Kay yeah.

I love you all and thank you so much for being patient with me and my lazy updates!

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