"So this is LAX," I said, stepping off the plane.
"Do you feel special now?" Nathan teased.
I followed him through the airport and out to baggage claim.
"It's creepy how well you know this airport," I said, as we waited for our luggage to come around.
Nathan shrugged. "I travel enough."
"So what kind of rental car do we have?" I asked, drumming my fingers on the side of the baggage claim track.
"Don't ask me, my mom made all the plans."
"I still can't believe we relied on your mom to make the plans."
He smirked. "It was your idea."
I spotted my luggage and pulled my navy blue suitcase off the rack.
"I bet someone stole yours," I commented.
"Enough with your snide comments," Nathan muttered, as his designer suitcase came around. He lifted it off the rack and started walking towards the exit.
"Nathan," I said, stopping short.
"That guy is holding a sign with your last name."
He stopped and looked at the driver holding a sign with the name BARNES.
"You've got to be kidding," he muttered, slowly making his way over to the driver.
"Nathan Barnes?" the driver asked.
"Yeah," Nathan said, with a sigh.
"Right this way sir." He offered out his arm. "Let me get your luggage for you sir."
"You've got to be kidding," I said to Nathan.
"You relied on my mom," Nathan said, with a laugh. "And this is how my mom does things."
"Sir," the driver said, extending his arm towards me.
"I'll carry my bag, thanks," I muttered.
I didn't feel comfortable having him carry my stuff. I'd never had people wait on me as a kid, whereas Nathan had.
The driver led us outside, and to where he was parked.
"That's a limo," I said to Nathan.
"I can see that," Nathan said, laughing.
"How is this funny?"
"I don't see how you're not amused right now."
"As soon as we get to the hotel we're renting a car."
The driver opened the door for us, and Nathan slid in before I did.
"Your luggage please," the driver said to me.
I left him my luggage as I slid into the back of the limo.
"Lighten up," Nathan said, nudging my arm. "We're here to have some fun, right?"
"We're here to see Trinity because the Kings couldn't make it," I corrected. "And this makes me uncomfortable."
"And because you like her," Nathan said.
"What are you talking about?"
"You like Trinity."
"No I don't."
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Monroe Academy for the ArtsTeen Fiction
Completed. Thousands of students apply, and only 75 get in per year. This prestigious academy is seemingly perfect on the outside, it's every student's dream. But the students struggle to keep up the facade. Each student holds a secret, something de...