For days, the two snuck out every night to see each other. Wednesday finally showed and Kaitlin was leaving for Spain. Bradin stayed with her until her and her father left. Her mother and sister would stay in Playa Linda for work and school. Bradin held Kaitlin tightly every second never wanting to let her go. Yes, he was pissed that she was racing and leaving him so early. But, it's what her heart wanted to do and he wouldn't argue with her heart. He couldn't argue with her heart because she loves him.
"I don't want you to go," he told Kaitlin who was sitting on his lap in his arms.
"I don't want to go either. But, after this, I'm ending my career."
"For me, right?" he asked.
"Maybe," she said placing her forehead against his.
He grinned and kissed her. "I love you," he said.
"I love you, too."
He went into his pocket and pulled something out into his closed hand. He took his girlfriend's hand and placed it in hers with his hand closed over hers. "Keep this forever," he said. Kaitlin looked in her hand and saw a heart shaped locket on a chain. She looked at him. "It's my heart," he said.
She kissed him hard on the lips causing him to fly back into his chair. "Whoa," he said when she pulled away.
"You acted too dramatically," she said shaking her head and laughing.
"No I didn't.'
"Uh yeah you did," she said, "You went flying back into your chair like someone pushed you down before beating you up."
"Can you blame me?" he asked.
"I could," she said.
"Funny," he said tickling her making her screech. He laughed, "You're so cute, baby."
"I hate it when you tickle me," she said smacking his arm. He pouted and stuck his bottom lip out. She laughed, patted his cheek, and got up as they called her flight over the speaker. He stood up and watched her hug her mother and sister.
"Call me when you can," he told her when she walked over to him.
"Will do," she said.
Bradin sighed and hugged her tightly. "I'm going to miss you," he whispered.
"I'll miss you, too," she said looking at him, "I'll bring you back a gift."
He smiled. "Bring back you," he said, "You're all that I want."
He leaned down and kissed her hard on the lips. She pulled away and walked over to her father. "We should be home in a few weeks if she does well," her father said, "We'll call when we get there."
Kaitlin's father turned and placed his hand on her back as they walked to the gate.
"I love you," Bradin said before she disappeared.
She looked over at him and smiled. "I love you, too, Brae." Kaitlin and her father then disappeared.
Bradin walked into his house and closed the door.
"Where have you been?" Simon asked.
"I went to the airport to say bye to my girlfriend," Bradin said in a snobby tone.
"You were told that you can't see her again," Simon said.
"I don't care. I am in love with her. And, for the next few weeks, I won't be able to see her. She's racing for the world cup and I can't be there to support her. You and my aunt ruined my life when you said that I couldn't see her. Do you actually think that I'd listen to you? You're both stupid if you thought that."
"You are grounded," Simon said.
"You are not my father," Bradin said, "Don't act like you are."
"You're right," Simon said, "I am not your father. But, I will be a part of this family soon. I'm going to help Ava raise you. So, you better start following the rules."
"I don't think so. I'm only going to be in this house until June. After that, I'm moving out. College will be starting and I will be on my own."
"And what about that girl that you hang out with?"
"We will marry. I don't care what you say. You're not going to stop me from loving her. No one ever will. She means more to me than any other person in my life. No one has ever been there for me like she has."
"We'll see about that."
"Do anything to ruin this and I will leave. I'm not joking."
Bradin walked into his room and slammed his door. He couldn't believe what was going on in his life. Maybe they're right, the thought. He shook his head. No, he thought, Stop it, Bradin. You love her. Don't let her get away. He sighed and laid back on his bed.