Chap. 31

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Sarah's POV

I had absolutely no idea why Adam asked me to meet him at the airport at 3:45 AM.

But seeing as though I hadn't heard from him since his mysterious I'm at the airport text, I was more than curious as to what was going on.

I had no idea where he went. I hadn't been able to get in touch with either him or Terrence.

Maybe they'd run away together. I wouldn't be surprised, honestly.

I checked my phone, mentally counting out the days until my first Final. Five days.

I'd applied for an extension due to extenuating family circumstances, and the Dean himself granted it to me after reviewing my prior academics and listening to me as I poured my heart out, whilst bawling, in his office.

3:52 AM. Still no sign of Adam.

I flipped to my study guide, which I had saved on my phone. My first Final was in the class taught by my sexist professor. Ever since the first day of class, when he'd kicked me out for standing up for Feminism everywhere, we'd been at odds.

And I had a feeling his distaste toward me will be reflected in my final grade.

I leaned up against the wall behind me, the outer noise fading around me as I fell into my study routine.

"Boo!"

I nearly dropped my phone, letting out a short scream.

Adam doubled over in laughter, clearly pleased with himself.

"What the fuck?" I demanded, as I narrowed my eyes at him.

I could see him trying to catch his breath between laughs. "Why... did that... work?" He gasped between words, still doubled over.

"I was studying!"

I gave him an annoyed shove to the shoulder as he continued to laugh.

"That was great," Adam said, as he straightened up.

I raised an eyebrow as I gave him a onceover. Something seemed... different.

"You're in a good mood," I commented.

He shrugged in response.

It seemed like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. The bags under his eyes were less noticeable, his 5 o'clock shadow gone.

He just seemed happier.

I led Adam back out to my car, Adam chatting about his upcoming game.

No mention of where he'd suddenly flown to and why he needed me to pick him up at the airport in the early hours of the morning.

He tossed his backpack in my backseat, making himself at home in the passenger seat as he plugged his phone into my Aux.

"I don't think so," I said, ripping the Aux cord from his hands.

"I gave good taste," Adam whined, as he tried to swipe the cord back from me. "I promise."

I could use this to my advantage.

"First tell me why I'm picking you up from the airport at 4:30 AM."

"It's 4:26," he corrected.

I rolled my eyes in response.

"Obviously because my plane landed," he said, before trying to snatch the Aux cord again.

"I need better than that."

He let out a short laugh. "You're a short one, Campbell. I can get the cord if I need to."

I unplugged the cord, stuffing it down my shirt. "Really?"

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