Cranston High

Haze • 22

🚨 Smut 🚨

I grip the armrest on my chair so damn tightly that I think I might actually rip the armrest into pieces.

With my eyes screwed up so tightly from the tormented horror that was coursing straight throughout me.

I even started to sweat profusely with my anxiety skyrocketing as soon as the expensive jet left its private runway.

I fucking hate heights. I would rather have my two feet firmly planted on the solid ground than be so high up in the damn air. Who in their right mind would even love flying?

It's nothing but a damn death wish with wings.

My entire body feels like I'm covered with small intensifying pinpricks all over it while I'm desperately trying to concentrate on slowing down my breathing.

"Try to remain calm Haze darling. It's okay we are safely up in the air now." Tee tries to console me with his soft gentle words.

Those kind words of his, 'safely up in the air' does nothing to relieve my inner turmoil. To me those simple words just do not compute. They are the complete opposite of what I truly do want to hear, like that we have finally landed safely.

"Darling." Tee drawls out my name softly as he tenderly places his hand right on top of mine, I have to give him credit, at least he is trying his best to calm down my knotted up nerves.

I do love him for what he's trying to do for me but right now I feel as though I could lay his ass right out with one swift punch to his handsome face if he continues to try to placate me like I'm some lost little helpless child.

My damn nerves are already shot enough from the argument that I had with Ark earlier tonight and this flight isn't helping with my frazzled nerves one single bit.

Every since we got on this metal death trap Ark has been rudely ignoring me. He just keeps sulking like a little baby in the seat across from me.

I do feel somewhat guilty for the situation that I have placed him in with his parents but in my mind he definitely wouldn't be going through any of this if he just kept his big damn mouth shut about me to them.

All of my mates swore to me that they wouldn't breath a single word about my special abilities to anyone but yet he chose to disclose this certain information about me to his parents the first damn chance that he got.

That pisses me off far more than his parents bias judgement toward me. They both judged me even before they got a chance to really know anything at all about me. Like most people tend to do unfortunately.

I should be use to it by now though.

Exhaling a deep shuttering breath I loosen up my grip on the armrest slightly. I'm still terrified of flying, completely fucking terrified, and that's why I'm choosing not to look out of the small windows that's located all around the jet.