Chapter 8

                                    

                                          
I stopped by the door and pulled my coat on. Dylan grabbed my suitcases, but I pulled them back and turned the door. He grabbed the back of my coat and turned me around.
                          
"Tessa, he isn't in London."
                          
"What? That's were he lives. He has to be in London. Just let me go."
                          
"He's in Argentina."
                          
I glared at him as my eyebrows furrowed together. I shook my head and turned back to the door and grabbed my other suitcase.
                          
"I going to London. Don't try to stop me."
                          
"He's in Argentina. I'm not lying. He left London after you did."
                          
"Why?" What's in Argentina?"
                          
Dylan shrugged and I ran his fingers through his hair. I stuck the apartment me keys in my jacket pocket and opened the door. I stepped forward as the door slammed closed and Dylan stood in front of me.
                          
"Tessa you've never been to Argentina. You'll never find him. Just go unpack your stuff." Dylan said and turned me from the door.
                          
No. I needed to see Thomas. Yes, Dylan's right I've never been to Argentina, but I'll find Thomas eventually or Dylan will tell him that I was coming and Thomas would find me. He found me at the club and the college party. 
                          
But what if I was wrong and he truly doesn't care about me. What if I show up in Argentina and he knows I'm coming and either leaves I doesn't look for me. 
                          
Could I live with the fact that I was wrong and he truly didn't love me?
                          
No. Thomas loves me. He's lying that he was bored of me. He's lying about just wanting to get in my pants. I need to see him.
                          
"Dylan I'm going to Argentina. Move away from the door."
                          
"Fine." Dylan said with a sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. "Just give me a chance to pack. I'm going with you."
                          
"Give me your phone." I said and held my hand out.
                          
"Why?"
                          
"Because your not calling Thomas to warn him. He's not leaving me again."
                          
Dylan sighed and handed me his phone. I turned the phone off as Dylan walked to his room. I stuffed the phone in my suitcase and followed Dylan.
                          
Once in his room and slowly pulled his suitcases out of the closet and began to fold his clothes in his bed. He was going to slow. I huffed and just began throwing his clothes in his luggage and filled the one and zipped it closed.
                          
"Tessa stop!"
                          
"What?" I said as I stood and picked the suitcase up. "Your packing too slow."
                          
"Tessa. Just calm down. Do you really want to go to Argentina. Thomas told you why you had to leave. Do you really want to hurt yourself more?"
                          
"Thomas lied in London. I need to no the truth. I need to be with him or truly know that I need to move on." I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath to stop the trembling of my voice. "Let's go, please Dylan.
                          
He pack his other suitcase and then we left. I hailed a cap and Dylan rushed to put the luggage in the truck as the rain began to fall in sheets. I slid into the taxi and told the driver to go to JFK. Dylan slid in and shut the door. The taxi took off as Dylan nudged my shoulder.
                          
"Can I have my phone back?"
                          
"No. Not until we get to Argentina."
                          
He sighed and I looked out the window as the rain continued to fall and the honking horns sounded as we got on the freeway. I rubbed at the pain in my chest the closet we got to the airport the more it started to ebb away.
                          
"I need to phone to buy the tickets." Dylan said and grabbed my jacket and stuck his hand in the pocket. "Where is my phone?"
                          
"I have money to buy the tickets. Don't worry about it. Your phone is safe and you'll get it in Argentina."
                          
The taxi stopped outside the airport and Dylan pulled the suitcases out of the trunk. I grabbed mine and we head into the building and went to baggage check. Dylan stood with the luggage as I bought the tickets to Argentina. 
                          
I walked back to him as he got to the counter and showed them the tickets. They took the luggage and we walked to security. Then we sat at the gate and waited for the rain to stop.
                          
"Tessa. Get your tickets reimbursed so we can go home. The rain isn't going to stop." Dylan said and looked out the window.
                          
"There's the sun." I said as our flight number was called to started boarding.
                          
Dylan sat back and rubbed his hands over his face as I stood up. I grabbed his arms and pulled him over to the stand and handed the tickets to the lady.
                          
"¡Disfruta tu vuelo!" The lady said but I wasn't paying any attention to her.
                          
Dylan and I boarded the plane and took our seats. My hands began to shake as the plane took off. I was going to see Thomas. But why was he in Argentina.
                          
A movie started, but it was in Spanish and Dylan began to complain. I slid the window cover up as he began to swear.