Unexpected (lesbian story)

The getaway

"Flight 109, you are now boarding, I repeat, flight 109 is now boarding. If you are flight 109 then you should be at gate 11, preparing to board. We're starting with groups one and two. Boarding groups one and two. Groups three and four should be boarding shortly after. Thank you for your patience and cooperation." The voice of lady at the desk near the door, for gate 11, flooded the speakers calmly, announcing that we would be boarding soon. I sighed and stared up at the flat screen above the calm lady's head. It read- "Flight 109. Washington state to Orlando Florida. Time in Washington state, 7:30 am. Time in Orlando Florida, 10:30 am. Temperature in Washington state, 55 degrees Fahrenheit. Temperature in Orlando Florida, 82 degrees Fahrenheit. Departure time, 8:10 am. Arrival time in Orlando Florida, 5:30 pm. (Florida time)"  I turned to Angel who sat next to me, a scowl on my face. "Remind me again, why are we going to Orlando?" I asked, irritably. Angel just turned her head and smiled mysteriously. "If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?" I glared at her, with a harsh intensity. "I don't want a surprise, Angel. I want to go home" I said, refusing to look her in the eyes. I could feel her gaze as she turned to look at me. "Why? So you can sit in your room and mope some more?" I whipped around, fuming now. "Moping? Moping? I'm not moping Angel. I'm  just-"

"You're just what? Sitting in your room, being miserable, and feeling sorry for yourself. That's what you're doing. Don't give me bullshit stories about what you're supposedly "doing" we both know that you're not doing anything. You haven't done shit for months. It's time you got out and lived again." Angel said, her voice getting louder with every word. At this point, most of the people who hadn't boarded the plane were standing there staring. I stayed there, still, not saying anything, glaring at her angrily. "Groups three and four, you're now boarding. Please have your tickets out and ready." The voice of the lady at the front desk broke the silence. Everyone looked away and began grabbing their luggage, and tickets. 

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Angel took the seat across from me and stared out the window. She hadn't been able to get us seats next to each other for the plane ride there. I was perfectly fine with that. I was seat 12A. Seat 12B remained empty next to me. She was seat 12D. She was across the aisle and of course, had the window seat. I pulled my bag onto my lap and began riffling through it. Angel seemed to have added things to it since I saw several things that I knew I never would've put in there. Just one example of some of those things were the four or five college applications and brochures, that had been hastily shoved into a side pocket. I let out an irritated sigh and shoved them back into my bag. I felt someone watching me. Figuring it was Angel, I turned to my right. And came face to face with a young boy, about my age. He smirked at me. "Hey there babe. Is this seat 12B?" I groaned inwardly. I could practically smell the douchebag on him. Or maybe that was the extreme amounts of Axe that he'd felt the need to douse himself in. I scowled and nodded. He grinned. Fuck. He's never going to leave me alone. 

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I was right. A half hour into the flight, and I was already sick of him. I got so annoyed and bored, that I actually decided to pull out a brochure for one of the colleges and look through it. I was busy looking at a map of the campus when I felt hot breath on my neck. I turned slowly. Does he have no perception of personal space? "Can I help you?" I asked, my voice overly sweet. He gave me another brilliant smile. His teeth were so white, it was almost blinding me. Jesus, it was like another Jason. "Yeah, sweetheart you actually can. See, I'm looking for an amazingly gorgeous girl. She's got short purple hair, extraordinarily beautiful eyes, and she's downright sexy" he said, winking at me. "You wouldn't have happened to see her, would you?" He asked, trying to sound genuinely curious. I stared at him for a minute. 

"Nope. Sorry, can't help you" I said, pretending to be apologetic. I went back to staring at the map of the campus. After a few minutes, I felt his eyes on me again. I turned to look at him again. "Yes? Something you need?"

"Did you fall from heaven? Cause baby, you look like an angel" the douchy guy said, smiling at me, as though this was the best pick-up line in the world. My heart felt as if it was being stabbed, the second he said the word, angel. A flare of anger ran through me. Angel didn't understand me. She didn't get what I was going through. She didn't get what it was like to have your best friend die. Because of you. She didn't understand anything. I let the anger take control of me. Let it course through my veins. I don't need Angel. She doesn't want to help me. And as if to prove it to myself, I leaned over so that I was face to face with douchebag guy, leaned in close, and said- "trust me. I'm NOT an angel." Then I kissed him hard, on the lips. He let out a gasp of shock. But quickly recovering, he began to move his lips in sync with mine. I slipped my tongue into his mouth, and he gave a little moan of pleasure. I almost felt bad kissing him, considering it had no meaning, except to make myself feel better. Suddenly, there was the sound of the drink cart slamming into something. I pulled away, to see what had happened. Angel had apparently gotten up to go to them bathroom. And she just happened to be returning. Just in time to see me passionately making out with douchebag guy. The lady who was pushing the drinks cart seemed to be more focused on me and the guy than where she was going. So as a result, she had slammed right into Angel. Angel. Who's eyes were filling with tears. I stared at her, unable to say anything. I wasn't angry anymore. Just ashamed. Angel blinked a few times before looking away and returning to her seat. The drink cart lady seemed to remember her job. Pushing the cart towards us she forced a smile, and said- "Anything to drink?" I shook my head. Douchebag guy ordered a Doctor Peper. Once the lady walked away, he turned to me, smiling. "So are we like, gonna hook up now?" He asked hopefully. I looked at him pityingly. 

"No. I only kissed you to get back at my girlfriend. Sorry. Better luck next time" I said, bending down to pick up my brochure, which I had dropped. Douchebag guy stared at me, a shocked look on his face.

 "G-girlfriend?" I bit my lip. After that, she's probably not my girlfriend anymore.