Unwelcome

24

           The low humming of the planes engine is the only sound I can hear. I'm trying to tune out the person standing in in front of me.

The more I try to ignore him, his presence seems to become more prominent.

His eyes bore into my forehead so hard that I'm tempted to run a hand over it to check if there's twin holes burned into it.

I already know his face is laughing at me without even looking up at him.

After I fell flat on my face in front of Mr. Dickfaces loafers it took me a good while to get up from my spot on the cozy jet floor because of how achy my body felt.

I stood, dusting my body on my way up and then Sasha snorted when I nearly fell down again trying to look badass by staring daggers at Mr Dickface. I glared at him in betrayal— I thought we were friends or acquaintances— I stood elegantly next to one of the plane seats acting like nothing happened because 'fake it till you make it'—

duh.

"Catalina" Mr. Dickfaces voice startles the silence, making my stomach flip in a weird way that I immediately throw into the 'disgust' category so I don't have to think about why it felt nice to hear my name come out of his mouth.

"Its great that you finally decided to join us"

I whip my head around—

"You complete dick" I go up to him and poke a finger into his chest," I was there right on time— You were the ones who had the audacity to show up late" I snarl, my voice rising,

"Wasn't calling me in the middle of the night enough for you? I was dealing with a personal crisis"

Instead of answering me Mr Dickface looks down with a bored expression plastered on his face. His gaze then lingers on my finger thats still buried in the middle of his chest.

"Are you done?" He asks,

My anger spikes to levels I have never known before.

I open my mouth to yell "—

"Good"

I splutter for a second trying to regain my composure. My body is shaking with outrage but my brain has been sending 'danger' signals since the beginning of this entire interaction. Inhaling a breath to calm myself down so I can rearrange my thoughts into something other than FUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOU.

Mr. Dickface raises a condescending brow pointedly at the finger thats still at his chest.

His gaze burns my finger as if hes disgusted by the mere touch of it.

I yank my hand away from him as fast as I can, making a big show of rubbing it off on my shirt like its dirty.

Without regarding me he takes a seat and crosses one long leg over the other.

He gestures to Sasha for him to sit down completely ignoring me standing smack dab in front of him.

Deciding that I'm too mature for this dumb shit I plop down onto the luxury plane seat next to Sasha.

"We are on our way to Armenia" Mr. D says abruptly,

making me freeze in my seat.

"Why?" It comes out of my mouth before I can stop it—and at this point I'm starting to really think that my mouth needs some tape.

As usual Mr. Dickface ignores me and continues. "We have business there and I want you— Sasha to help out your little friend here"

I bite my tongue to refrain it from spitting out that his little friend is sitting right here.