Sign Me Up - Post Malone

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When we land and roll to a stop on the tarmac, my seatbelt is promptly unclicked, and then I am swept out of my chair. Austin moves into the isle and pulls our bags down from the overhead compartment then blocks the people behind him and flicks his head at me to step into the isle. "Give me my bag," I say. "Walk, baby," he says nudging me with my bag. I huff and walk down the aisle, ignoring the fact that I like that he insists on carrying my bags and clearing the aisle for me to walk freely down like the princess I am. But, I am an independent woman, and this is a betrayal of the feminist movement. I bet feminism activists irritate the shit out of him. I am going to look into that and become a fully-fledged feminist. "What do you think of feminists?" I ask as we walk down the terminal toward the luggage carrousel. He will say he despises them, I will claim I am one, and we will have a falling out. It's a good plan.

"I respect them."

I skid to a halt and stare at his back while he continues to walk. "You will get trampled if you stay like that, baby," he says over his shoulder. I have to run to catch up to him again. "What do you mean you respect them?" I ask flabbergasted. "I respect anyone who has the backbone to fight for something they are passionate about," he says, then comes to a stop at the luggage carrousel and places our hand luggage down. "Well...I...uh...well," I fumble with my words as I try and find a way to start a fight with his answer. I was just not expecting his answer given how contently masculine he is. He leans down so his nose is an inch from mine. "Hold or fold, baby? Tick, tick," he whispers.

I glare at him, then turn away in a pout. Fuck him. I will never admit my loss to him. "I win on default because I am a woman," I snip. "She holds. What colour is your bag?" he asks, pulling out his phone. "Black. It matches my hand luggage," I say as the carrousel starts and the luggage starts rolling around. "I will be caught up for a day or two. Business," he says frowning at his phone. "I don't care," I snip. I do care, but I shouldn't so he can go fuck himself. "You do care. Give me the name of the hotel you are staying at. I will meet you there once I am done with my business," he says scanning the bag carrosoul for our bags. "Excuse me?! You can't just ask me that!" I screech. "I wasn't asking, baby," he says, giving me a pointed look before he steps forward and grabs a brown bag, then grabs my bag. Of course, he wasn't asking; he was telling. Go figure. The arrogant asshole.

"I am not staying at a hotel. I am staying with friends."

"Give me the address."

Does he think I am stupid? I can't just give him the address of where I am staying, besides, I don't know it. Also, who the fuck does he think he is? He is just going to leave me, disappear for two days and tell me nothing? Fuck that. If he is going to boss me around he will do so respectfully. Fuck him, I am not telling him shit. "Give me my bag!" I snap grabbing my bag from him and turning on my heel. "Leave me alone!" I shout over my shoulder as I speed walk away. "I will phone you. Answer your phone," he says. I screech to a halt and spin around to face him. He is standing there with a smirk on his face, he is enjoying my tantrum. Asshole. "I said leave me alone!" I shout then spin back around and stamp off.

Answer when he phones? Fuck that. I am not answering and I will block his number. If he wants to disappear for two days then so will I. Two can play that game. How dare he! I head out of the airport and stand under the taxi sign. There are no parked taxis, and they ignore me when they drive past, even when I put my hand out for them to stop. It's so fucking frustrating. I need to take a break from trying to get one to stop, or I will hurl myself into the street, so I take my phone out and scroll to Austin's name. I am going to block his number for the next two days. Give him a taste of his own medicine. But, when I open his name, I see the block button is not highlighted, and when I tap it, nothing happens. The delete button is not highlighted either and nothing happens when I tap it. "What?" I mumble to myself, confused, as I stare at my phone.