Near Miss
Chapter 4
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your last call for boarding flight number 361 to New York, New York."
Nate came running through the airport. He couldn't believe he accidentally slept in this morning. But who cares about that...the important thing was he made it! He was about to get on when...
"Hey Nate!"
"Athena, what are you doing here?"
"Nate...I know that we broke up...but....there's something I have to tell you."
"Can't it just wait?"
"No."
"I'm gunna miss my flight!"
Nate starting walking off and was about to get on when he heard Athena call from behind him, "I'm pregnant."
That stopped Nate dead in his tracks. He turned around and walked over to her.
"Your what?"
"Pregnant."
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the gates are now closed to flight number 361 to New York, New York."
"Are you sure it's mine?"
"Positive. I know I cheated on you, but the guy that I was cheating on you with...we used condoms...and then with us...we never used condoms or any sort of protection. It HAS to be yours."
Nate watched Nicole's flight leave the runway and go up into the air. The one person that he cared about most...was gone.
And then there was Athena...Nate *used* to love her at one point in his life...but not anymore. Yes, she was carrying his child, but he didn't love her. He loved his unborn child of course, but just not his or her mom.
But on the other hand...he only knew Nicole for two days...but yet, he felt that in his heart they were just meant to be together.
"So, are you gunna be a total asshole and not stay with me or are you gunna stay?" Athena asked.
"Of course I'll stay...I just gotta...make a phone call first. In private."
"Okay. I gotta use the washroom anyways, so I'll be back."
Once Athena was out of earshot, Nate dialed Nicole's cell number.
He got her voice mail.
"Hey Nicole. This is Nate. Don't ever think for a second that I would hurt you or that I'd never care for you. Even though we only spent one night together, I think you're the most amazing girl I've ever met. You're a good person and I guess things didn't work out between us. But I'd love to see things work out. If you ever need me, I'm here for ya. You know my number. Call me sometime."
*~*~*~a few hours later*~*~*~
Nicole was listening to her message in her hotel room.
"Who was that?" Her friend Sandra asked.
"Oh, just this boy I met when I was in Detroit."
"What's his name?"
"Nate."
"Sounds hot."
"He is."
"So, why don't I see you calling him back?"
"Sandra...you know what happened to me. I just...can't trust men anymore. And besides...for all I know his intentions may not be sincere. What if he wants to rape me?"
"Girl...that was a LONG time ago. I know that your freaking out, and I probably would be too, but you just gotta *get over it*. You haven't dated in...how many years? I've lost count. But just *call him*. Do yourself a favor and call. It won't be that bad. I promise. And if he does try to hurt you, then I'll take a knife and chop all his genitalia off!!"
Nicole laughed. "Alright...I'll call him back."
~*~
RING RING
Nate's phone was ringing.
"Hello?"
"Hey Nate. It's Nicole. I got your message."
"Hey."
"I just wanted to say that...I'm falling for you too. And I'd be honored if you escorted me to the Miss Universe competition next week."
"Shit. You for real?"
"Yeah. My manager already has your plane ticket and everything sent in the mail. I can't wait to see you there."
"I can't wait either."
"I got to go now. I have a photo shoot I need to do. Talk to ya later! Bye."
"Bye."Email Author: taffyapplecat@hotmail.com
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