THE CONTRACT MARRIAGE

27-MASSACRE

OMNISCIENT

The chilled temperature of the aeroplane made more than half of the students and all the members of the staff fall asleep. It had been three hours since they took off. After filling up their stomachs with palatable and assorted three-course meals, it was simply too hard to stay awake.

"Jay, wake up!" Camila tapped the guy who was sleeping in an askew position.

"What is it?" He questioned with a groggy voice, his face set in a deep frown as he tried to shake the lethargy off him.

"Don't you find it a little suspicious that we have neither seen Aira nor the bad boy since that awkward moment?" She removed her headphones and turned to the guy who shook his head.

"I believe we're on the same plane but different classes. She needs to be away from people to obtain optimised rest, remember?" Jawad asserted and attempted to return to sleep when Camila vigorously shook him.

"You're crazy! Knowing Baby Doll, she would've run here to be with us. I'm going to check up on her. If you like, sleep your life away," She hissed and eyed the guy who rolled his eyes and then went back to sleep.

"So much for saying you love your best friend," Camila's resentful gaze lingered on the guy for what felt like forever before she dumped her blanket on him and stood up then tiptoed her way out of the first class.

Much to her surprise, the business class was empty and she almost forgot the plane was chartered only for them. Without hesitation, she headed straight to the economy class but was obstructed by flight attendants.

"We apologize for the inconvenience, Miss. But the toilet is over there," a female stepped forward before Camila could make her way in. 

"You must be mistaken. I'm here to see my best friend and not the toilet, alright?" She replied with a tight-lipped smile.

"I assure you that no one is here, only Mr Grema," The flight attendant replied with a smug look. Camila's eyes narrowed in slits and her ears reddened.

"Who are you to tell me crap? My best friend is in there and I want to see her now!" She shouted and extended her arm, gesturing to the place.

"Miss please..." Another flight attendant stepped in but Camila wasn't having it.

"You can't just dismiss me. I'm being patient enough by not..." She trailed off when the door opened, revealing a man in a sleeveless black shirt and grey sweatpants.

Some tendrils of his curly hair rested on his face and the nape of his neck with a bandana tied on his head. Dark goggles shielded his eyes and his red lips were moistened with a gloss that gave him the look of a fairytale character. And when he smiled, everything seemed to have been blended away except for the man at the door.

"Crushing you," Camila's voice dropped to a whisper as she completed her sentence. Her whole body went limp and her senses flew out of the window. It was an effect so stupefying that a person almost couldn't resist.

"Is something the matter, Miss Davis?" Then came the sound of his sonorous voice that made it seem as though the plane was travelling in waves.

"N-nothing," Camila summoned the courage to reply.

"Mr Grema, this lady insisted on entering even after your orders. She said something along the lines of wanting to see her best friend. Should I send her way?" The flight attendant stepped in front of Camila, obstructing her view.