When Lizzie and Gordo got off of the plane, Lizzie prepared herself for a long lecture. "Please don't tell my parents," she sobbed to the flight attendant. "You don't understand. We really weren't doing what you think we were doing! I'm still a virgin. And if my parents find out about this, I'll be in so much trouble! They'll probably never let me leave Hillridge again." Gordo tried a different approach.

"We're really sorry," he said. "What we did was wrong, and it will never happen again. But, she's not lying. There was no sex involved." The flight attendant didn't say anything in response. Lizzie sank down in a chair, crying. As the flight attendant turned around to help a customer, Miranda snuck up behind next to Lizzie.

"You stupid bitch," she sneered. "I told you I'd get you back for putting me in suspension. Maybe now your mom will finally get the truth through her thick head when everyone tells her that you're a slut."

"Miranda, why are you doing this to me?" Lizzie asked tearfully. "You know me. You know I'm not a slut, and for your information I've never even had sex. I'm sorry that I went into the airport bathroom with Gordo. It was a huge mistake. But all we did was kiss!" Lizzie was sobbing hysterically. The flight attendant turned around, and for a second, Lizzie thought she saw a flash of sympathy in her eyes. The McGuires and Gordons, the last people off of the plane, came down the terminal, looking at Lizzie with concern. Lizzie's heart dropped as the flight attendant pulled Jo aside and spoke quietly to her. Jo looked very concerned. When the flight attendant ushered her over to Lizzie, Jo gave Lizzie a hug and shook her head.

"Honey, I didn't know you were so scared to fly," she said softly. The flight attendant winked at Lizzie and pointed to Lizzie's T-shirt, which read DELTA DELTA DELTA LEGACY.

"She just freaked out," the flight attendant explained to Jo. "She's been crying like this ever since we flew over El Paso." She put her hand gently on Lizzie's shoulder and Lizzie noticed her two rings. One was a single pearl in a platinum band. The other was a thick silver ring with three triangles engraved on the front. Delta Delta Delta. The flight attendant was a Tri-Delt, just like Jo. "I'll wait here with her while you go to baggage claim if you like," the flight attendant offered. Jo nodded.

"Thank you so much," she said. Despite Jo's hatred of checking baggage, they had been forced to when their suitcases wouldn't fit in the overhead compartments. As the McGuires and Gordons walked away, Lizzie looked up at the flight attendant.

"You didn't tell them," she said quietly. "Thank you!" The flight attendant smiled warmly.

"I'm Jessica," she said.

"I'm Lizzie. And this is my boyfriend, Gordo." Jessica smiled.

"I noticed your shirt. You're a legacy," she observed.

"Yep. My mom was a Tri-Delt," Lizzie said.

"I thought so," Jessica told her. "We all do crazy things when we're teenagers," she said, laughing. "Lord knows I did. I don't necessarily think your parents need to know about this. I heard what that girl said to you, and it's obvious she wasn't reporting this as a safety concern." Lizzie laughed. "But from now on, remember, only one person at a time in the bathroom!" Jessica added, smiling. Lizzie nodded and looked up to see her family coming back for her.

"Thank you again for staying with her," Jo told Jessica, slipping her a crisp $50 bill.

"It was no problem," Jessica said. She looked at the money. "Oh, I can't accept this. I was just doing a favor for a sister!" She showed Jo her rings. "USC, PC 2000," Jessica said. "Lizzie's lucky she had such a good friend with her to take care of her." She gestured to Gordo, who grinned sheepishly. "Well, I better get back on the plane. We're taking off in a few minutes." She handed the money back to Jo.

"Keep it! I insist," Jo said, pressing it back into Jessica's hand. Jessica smiled gratefully.

"Gracias," she said. "Have fun in Mexico, and remember to behave yourselves!" She winked at Lizzie and Gordo and disappeared into the crowd of people boarding the plane.