Hopelessly Devoted

Chapter 8

29/03/2016 > 7.45p.m.

Could this day get any worse?

I am stuck here next to a weirdo who will not stop smirking and glancing at me for another seven hours. Lord, have mercy on me... The sky was getting darker each passing minute and this was at least my third movie in an hour plus. Yeah, I get bored with movies very easily. Ever since—

"So, Miss Green," he chirped.

I glare at him as I paused the movie. Knight and Day was pretty interesting. I mean, who would say no to Tom Cruise and Cameron Diaz's acting? "What?" I hissed. He held up both his hands in surrender.

"Chill. I just wanted to know if you wanted something to eat. What's gotten your panties into a twist?"

This guy is really getting onto my nerves each passing second. I am afraid I might just lose it and cause a scene. I am not one to fancy getting attention from random strangers who I'm going to be with in an eight-hour flight.

"No, thank you. I'm capable of asking for food myself. Just leave me alone."

I was about to put in my earphones but he stopped me, yet again. God, I hate it when he does that. "But you're stuck with me, and I'm stuck with you. Come on, entertain me." He held that mischievous and challenging face, his eyes twinkling, his smirk taunting me.

Taunting me to shove a shoe down his throat.

"Do I look like a Gameboy to you? An X-box? PS4? A prostitute? A damn," I pointed to the screen in front of him, "TV?" His smirk grew wider and eventually turned into a genuine smile. Now, that's what you call a surprise. I could not help but smile at him after a while. It is contagious. His smile is contagious.

Maybe it is the fact that he is a handsome man.

Shut up.

"You're weird," he finally spoke up.

"Excuse me?"

"I said, you're weird."

I fold my arms and sit up straight. "Really now? Please, do enlighten me."

He sits up straight and turned to face me. I hate how leaner he looks when he sits like that. He is a head taller and I tried very hard not to look up at him too much. He realized how small I felt which made him smile even wider, if that is even possible. He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted when the plane started shaking.

Shit.

The seat belt sign turned on and I fumbled with mine while Zac easily put his on. I am not very good with flying. No, scratch that. I'm not very good with heights. I know, it's the stupidest and cliché phobia I could ever get. Zac finally realized I was struggling with my seat belt and helped me with it. He did not make any mocking comments which made me feel grateful towards him for that. The feeling. The feeling when I get my nightmares were rising up and I felt tears fill up my eyes as I closed them.

"To all passengers, please remain seated and fasten on your seat belts. There is a storm right ahead but we will make it through safely. Please press the service button if you need any assistance and we will attend to you. Thank you for your cooperation."

I did the sign of the cross and clutched onto my seat handles as I prayed the Our Father. I didn't really care if I were too loud for anyone to hear. We all need Jesus right now.

"Catholic?" He asked.

I nodded.

Thy kingdom come; thy will be done—