Homesick || Discontinued

3 - i.o.u.

Here I was, pulling along my suitcase while I boarded the plane with my class.

This is what I needed.

Uncle Burnie woke me up this morning reminding me that I couldn't be late. According to him, I slept through my alarm and then I almost missed the bus that was taking us to the airport.

Everybody stared at me as I entered the bus after I practically waved them down. Everyone, except Peter... because he was staring at MJ. Typical.

But he noticed me as I neared the back and found a spot. I dumped my stuff and sighed, leaning against the germy bus seat which was across from where Peter and Ned were sitting.

They waved but then resumed looking at MJ.

Furrowed my brows, I shake my head at them. What creeps. I thought, putting in my headphones.

When we arrived at the airport, I was the last one out, the last one to follow the class to the entrance, was now the last one trying to find their seat.

My form said I was L35 and I have never been on a plane, so I don't know what I'm doing.

Though I did ask Mr. Harrington where I was supposed to go and he, unfortunately, said, "Oh, L35. How lucky are you, I'm K35! we're gonna be plane seat buddies!" He clapped his hands and smiled widely while I frowned to myself.

I followed him to where "our" seats were and he helped put my seat in the overhang compartment.

"Joey, I'm gonna go help the rest of the class get situated." He said as I took my window seat. I nodded and he went. I let out a big sigh, knowing he was gone. I didn't want to be sitting next to my teacher the whole plane ride. Who would want that?

Shaking my head, I notice that I'm on the very far left side of the plan, away from everyone else. Why is everyone over there? Then I saw that Peter and Ned were straight across from me, on the far, front right.

Peter was looking at the window while Ned was already on his computer, typing away.

I sigh again, leaning back in my seat as I see MJ walking past the two boys and their eyes all over her and ... Brad.

I didn't know Brad personality but I could tell from where I was that Peter didn't like him. MJ and Betty, another girl I didn't know too well, sat next to each other in the middle seating of the plane. Brad stood from his seat and strolling over to the two girls. He talked to them for a bit and then Mr. Harrington stepped in, overhearing their conversation, I guess.

"Did you say Peter has a perfume allergy?" He asked Ned.

"Uh-" Ned hesitates but Mr. Harrington continues. "I'll tell you from experience, perfume allergies are no joke. I can feel hives breaking out already. Peter," he calls out, "You can take my spot next to Joey. Ned, don't worry, man, I'll sit with you." Mr. Harrington moves past Peter and points over to me, directing him.

Mr. Harrington and Ned take their seats while I can already see a disappointed Peter slowly walk towards me. He was mumbling as he took the seat and hunched over to get stuff out of his backpack. I stared in curiosity.

He hasn't said a word to me yet and he didn't have to. I guess he was too pissed off as he kept his eyes on MJ, sitting with Betty the whole time.

I assume he must be relieved that Brad isn't sitting next to MJ but damn, can I at least get a hello? I attempted to poke his shoulder but he waved to Ned and they were doing a secret communication across the plane. I sigh, leaning back in my seat, and get out my phone after I felt it buzz.

Uncle Burnie texted me: Hey, have fun, Jo. Text me when you land

I smile down at it, I will, but it faded when the plane started moving. My eyes dart to the window as I suddenly feel my heart beginning to pound. I unconsciously grip the armrest and cling to my seat. With wide eyes, I try to stay calm.