Run

chapter 3: Boiling blood

"We are having some trouble, please wait for further instructions"the lady from the louder speaker said waking me up. I opened my eyes slightly not really wanting to get up. I was so comfortable. I noticed I had been laying on his body again, he was sleeping now, the loud speaker hadnt woken him up. He lookes so peaceful, beautiful sleeping. How can someone so mean look that peaceful and beautiful in their sleep?   His olive eyes opened, looking around for something, who knows what. I lifted my head slowly, not really wanting to get up from his comfortable shoulder.his angle look was now gone. I rolled my eyes and waited for him to say something rude about me sleeping on his shoulder. "Morning" he said with a deep morning husky voice. I nodded "Good morning" I repeated not sounding as good as he did in the mornings. I noticed a blanket ontop of both of us. It was a silky blanket that smelled just like him. I gave him a puzzled look." You began to shiver so i decided to share my blanket with you" he answered my look. Wait a second. He had put a blanket on top of us? We disliked each other why in the world would he care if i was shivering or not. "Thank you" escaped from my mouth. Unlike him i had manners. " Hello passangers this is flight number 22 headed to Pullman-Moscow Regional Airport piolet we are having a small dilemma in this moment, i would highly recommend fastening your seat belts, this is going to be a bumpy landing." he warned. My eyes widend this has to be a joke, please tell me this is a joke. Im going to die at age 17 with a rude boy i dont even know. Oh my Gosh "Stop freaking out" he ordered. How did he know i was freaking out.  "Im not freaking out" i spoke. i heard a small laugh come out of his wicked pink lips. A laugh that sent chills through out my body. "What's so funny?" i asked, not really wanting to hear the answer. His green eyes looked into mine as they had before. His smile turned into a serious gaze. "I just find it funny that your holding onto my arm and shaking yet you say your not scared" he confessed. I rolled my eyes and let go of him, instantly regretting it. "Im not scared" i lied. His eyebrows rose "Oh yeah prove it, take off your seatbelt." he ordered. "Are you insane" i whispered. His wicked smile returned to his beautiful face. "Wimp" he whispered back. I felt my blood begin to boil. I began to unbuckle my seatbelt, blood rushing through my veins. I didnt like the way i felt around him. I couldnt control what i said or did in front of him, he drove me insane in a second. "Thats it?" he asked tempting me to do something else. "Of course not" i said not knowing what to do to prove i wasnt scared. And thats when it hit me, i should get up and walk to the bathroom, pour some water on my face,  hopefully that will calm me down a little more. I stood up and watched him watch me. He didnt seem surprised at all. Dang it. I made my way to the bathroom, I noticed everyone had been sleeping during the announcement. They all looked similar, either they wore a suit or a business dress. Maybe thats why i was given a weird look by the flight attendant and the boy who sat next to me. I made it to the bathroom without falling, which was a big surprise to me. I looked at myself in the mirror, i want to be on land in class and learning I dont want to be on this plane anymore. I want to see my best friend who I hadnt seen in years, I wanted to introduce her to my perfect roomate. I had many plans alreadys. Plans I wanted to finish already. The plane began to shake. Oh no I should probably get out of here. I looked at myself one last time before opening the door. My heart began to race as the plane shook more often. I finally made it to my seat. The rude boys face had changed. He got up and grabbed my arm. I looked up at those beautiful evil green eyes. "Sit down before one of us get hurt" he spoke meaning it. I took my seat next to him, not protesting. I felt my heart race increase, i began shaking. He noticed, I watched as he debated if he should say something or keep quite. He stayed quite. I closed my eyes and imagined my father, crying at my funeral. All black around the room, a beautiful women stood next to him. I knew her, or should i say ive seen her. Two long arms wrapped themselves around me. "We have landed."