Date Me

When we get to the executive airport, the town car pulls out onto the tarmac, and we hop out, grab our bags, and board the plane.

“Miss Monroe? I'm Captain Cummings. Were you informed of our situation for the flight down?"

I shake his hand. "Situation?"

"We're ru

I smile. "I think we can handle that."

"Excellent," he says. "My co-pilot and I will do our pre-flight check and then we'll a

He shuts the cockpit door as Riley whistles and runs his hand across the leather couch. "This is nice."

Dallas is already at the bar. "Miss Monroe," he says to me. "You look like you could use a drink."

"I think we all need a drink," Riley says.

Dallas pours us three shots of top shelf tequila. I start to down mine but Dallas says, "Not so fast there, Kiki." He holds his glass up and sings. "Here’s to the three best friends anyone could have.”

“Shouldn’t we be the two best friends?”

“I’m including myself. There’s three of us.”

"I love you guys," Riley says.

Which makes me start crying again. His voice sounds like Dawson's.

And it doesn't help that my phone keeps vibrating.

I look down and see I have eight missed calls and a couple texts.

Dawson: Keatie, please.

Me: "Baby, please" might have worked for her. Keatie, please, is NOT going to work for you.

I slam my phone down. "Riley, please call your brother and tell him to stop calling and texting me. It's stressing me out," I cry. "I can't take it."

He grabs his phone as Dallas hands us each another shot. I down it quickly.

Riley calls Dawson. "Hey, bro. Just thought I'd let you know that me and Dallas are headed out of town with Keatyn for the weekend. Please quit calling her. She's not going to answer."

“Um, yeah, very. What the hell did you expect?”

“Yeah, well you know how I feel about her. And that makes you an asshole in my book.”

“Yep.”

I interrupt Riley. “Wait! I do want to talk to him.”

Riley hands me his phone and I say, “Why do you keep calling me?”

He replies, “Keatie, I’m sorry. I just wanted it for so long. And now she’s offering and I just feel like I need to see. Please don’t be mad at me.”

“Don’t be mad at you? Are you fucking kidding me? This is what you wanted all along. Congratulations. Now you’ve got it. You won.”

“Will you stop saying that? Yes, it’s what I wanted, but when you walked out that door, I felt like part of me died.”

“I’m actually glad to hear that. Bye.”

I immediately get on Facebook and do something I usually don’t care about. I change my Facebook status from In a Relationship to Single.

Then I put as my status, Go

Dallas sees it. “Hey, you tagged me. Sweet. I’m go

I scroll down my newsfeed and read, “Dallas McMahon is fly like a G6. Cute.”

Riley holds out his phone, so I can see his new status.

Riley Johnson: My brother’s an asshole. Team Kiki all the way!

Dallas laughs. “I have to like that status.”

My phone buzzes with a Facebook notification. “Oh, wow.”

“What?” both Riley and Dallas say.

“Aiden just liked my status. The single status.”

“Well, of course he would,” Riley says. “He likes you.”

“He does not.”

“He also liked my team Kiki status.”

Riley’s phone keeps buzzing and buzzing.

“Damn, baby, lots of people are team Kiki. We all love you.”

“Thanks Riles,” I say, then I grab a blanket, put my head in his lap, and try to sleep.

But, of course, I can't. I lie here instead and think about Dawson. How could I have been so wrong? How can you go from crazy happy and You own me to I just need to see. I think about Brooklyn. About Cush. About how I thought I was being so smart by waiting until I knew I loved Dawson to tell him. How I waited until I was sure he loved me. And how I even waited for a while after that. I waited until after he asked me to Homecoming. Until I knew I felt it. Until I really trusted him. I was going to tell him everything tonight. I am an idiot.

I guess I do doze off because Riley wakes me up. “Baby, I gotta pee.”

“Oh, sorry," I say, sitting up.

“Besides,” Dallas says, “how can you sleep? We are in a freaking amazing jet. I’m living a rap video.”

“So where is the Cristal and all the hot girls?” Riley asks.

I smile. “Well, your crew is kinda small, but no one really likes you, so that’s no surprise.”

"There isn't Cristal, but I saw a few bottles of Dom,” Dallas says with a grin.

“Pop it," I say.

When Riley comes out of the bathroom, Dallas tells him, “Let's make a video.”

"A video?" I ask.

"Yeah, my own personal rap star video."

I pour myself another shot, slam it, and decide to have some fun. “Hang on.”

I grab my bag, run in the bathroom, and redo my makeup. Heavy eyes. Red lips. I tease my hair out with my hands, flip my head upside down, and hairspray it, making it big and slutty looking. Then I put on one of my bikini tops, a pair of daisy dukes, and my highest platforms. I pull my thong up so you can see it just above my low-cut shorts. Mom always says, Looking good is the best revenge.

And I’m about to get some revenge.

Riley whistles, “Damn, baby.”

I look at the boys. They are both still in some version of their uniforms. I make Riley take off his shirt and tie, then throw the tie back on, so that it’s on his naked chest. Then I have him put his navy blazer back on. "Sunglasses?" I ask.

He gets a pair of Aviators out of his backpack and puts them on.

I stand back and look at him.

Perfect.

Next I grab Dallas, spike up his hair way up with some gel, strip him down to his boxers, then put his shirt back on, leaving it all unbuttoned. Then I throw his loosely done tie back around his neck. He grabs a pair of Ray Bans out of his bag and puts them on. He looks at himself in the small mirror above the bar.

"Oh, yeah," he croons. "Let's make a video." He plugs his iPhone into the speakers, sets it to repeat, and cranks up the volume.

I start by shaking the bottle of Dom.

Riley videos the bottle.

Me popping it.

Then Dallas holds the bottle as champagne shoots suggestively into my mouth.

Dallas swigs from the bottle, and I start dancing up against him.

I also figure, What the hell. It's not like we've never kissed, so I grab him and make out with him a little.

Dallas videos Riley rapping.

Then some shots of me sitting in Riley's lap.

I grab a pilot's hat and jacket from the closet, make Riley change into them, and then sit him in one of the Captain's chairs. It's not the cockpit, but we can pretend.

Dallas videos me walking up to Pilot Riley, straddling him, and playfully putting his pilot’s hat on my head.

Riley pretends to fly a plane, while I'm pretending to, uh, fly him.

I give him a lap dance of sorts.

Then we all get up and dance. Riley holds the camera out away from us all grinding together. Drinking champagne. Being naughty.

Looking like we’re ready to have a wild threesome.

I pull on Riley’s tie, pulling him toward me.

Kiss Dallas again.

Then kiss Riley on the cheek.

All of us singing.

Riley adds some pan shots of the inside of the plane then decides he wants a few shots of me by myself.

Me with a new bottle of champagne.