I Called Private Jet After Poor Boyfriend Abandoned Me

For our college graduation trip, I spent a whole week glued to various travel apps, finally snagging a half-price couples' train package.The payment confirmation popped up on my phone screen, and I let out a long breath of relief.I was just about to share the good news with my boyfriend and call it a night when his message came through."Anna's going through a breakup. She needs to get away and clear her head. We're gonna use those tickets.""See if you can grab yourself a single ticket. It's not that much anyway - like five or six hundred bucks."I stared at the travel app showing my modified booking order.For a moment, I was speechless.Before he received the scholarship my family's pack had specifically established for him, five or six hundred dollars used to be his entire monthly allowance.When he first started college, he couldn't even afford a fifty-dollar pair of shoes.How could he have the nerve to say something like that?After a moment of silence, I picked up my phone:"

With Dad handling all the travel arrangements, I didn't need to worry about anything.I'd just laid down to get some rest when my phone started buzzing again.Chase.Looking at his name on the screen, I raised an eyebrow, hit accept, and put the phone to my ear.I didn't say a word."Quinn."His voice had none of the irritation and arrogance from before."Did you get the ticket?""You just hung up. I haven't even finished reading the travel package details and you're already calling back."I threw that little jab at him without much feeling."Oh, right, no worries, no rush." He laughed it off and kept talking. "I mean, it's peak travel season. Tickets are hard to come by. Just keep looking and don't stress yourself out."Chase never comforted me without an ulterior motive.I knew he was about to hit me with some outrageous request.In the past, I would've gotten angry at demands like this, argued with him, and eventually given in under his pressure.But now I felt absolutely nothing.

Chase was getting seriously impatient, glaring at me with pure venom."Every time shit hits the fan, this is what you do. You throw your little princess fit, ignore the actual problem, then dump all the blame on me.""Well guess what? I'm done babying you. That's not my job anymore.""Do whatever the hell you want!""Chase, don't say that. Quinn's a girl, you know."Anna grabbed Chase's arm and pulled out her phone, tapping a few times.My phone pinged with a notification.Anna put on this sickeningly sweet voice:"Quinn, honey, this is a ticket I bought. I was gonna go there by myself, but Chase insisted I come with him instead.""If you really wanna get out and have nowhere else to go, maybe check this place out."I glanced at my phone.It was some tourist spot in New York state.Calling it a tourist spot was generous - more like a glorified park with a couple small hills and a man-made waterfall.Admission was a only three bucks."No thanks."I turned them both down coldly, with jus

Chase's body went completely rigid.He stood there like he'd lost consciousness, frozen in place. His mouth hung open. His eyes stayed fixed on the spot where the Rolls-Royce had been.The silence stretched on. Anna kept tugging at his arm, but he didn't react.Then he snapped back to reality and started yelling:"That charity fund was set up by anonymous entrepreneurs! Who the hell do you think you are? Renting a car, hiring some actor to put on a show - you think that's gonna fool me?"His voice cracked with hysteria. Students walking nearby stopped to stare."Haha! Busted, right? This car must've cost you a fortune! Do you even have money left for food?"He was laughing now, but it sounded manic. "Dude, whatever she's paying you, I'll double it if you expose her right now!"Chase lunged toward the car, trying to bang on the windows. But Jason stepped in his path.Chase laughed maniacally as he tried to grab Assistant Jason's arm."Come on, man! Just admit it! How much did she pay y

"Everyone, please look at this."Chase gestured toward the large projection screen at the back of the stage.Photos began flashing across the big screen.The images appeared one by one in rapid succession. There was Assistant Jason respectfully greeting me, me getting into the luxury car, and that photo I'd posted on social media of the blue sky and white clouds outside Dad's private jet.Chase had clearly been stalking my social media accounts. Chase's finger kept swiping across his phone, controlling the slideshow. Finally stopping on one particular photo.It was the two of us on our first day of college, posing together at the school gates.We looked so young. So innocent. My smile in that photo was genuine.We'd barely taken any photos together in four years - I was surprised he'd dug this one up."Look at this innocent girl," Chase said, pointing at my younger self on screen."I'm Quinn's ex-boyfriend, and as far as I know, Quinn comes from an extremely poor family. She usually