A Girl, A Boy And A Whole Lot Of Random -IN EDITING-

I Hate Planes

Chapter 6

I leaned back in the airport chair and closed my eyes. My stomach was doing flips and I was literally doing everything I could not to get sick.

I had decided to sit on the opposite side of the room as Jamie and made sure to make no eye contact. He was an absloute prick and after this trip I wasn’t going to talk to him without a reason. Even then, it would have to be a freaking brilliant reason.

Like, if he was dying or something.

Maybe.

I took in a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. I just wanted the trip to be over. The last thing I wanted to do was see that woman. My so called mother. How was I supposed to act?  God, sometimes I  couldn't help but wish they wrote books on this sort of thing. Like: How to greet your mother whom you haven't seen for four years at her wedding- for Dummies.

Yes, I could have totally used a book like that.

I was slowly drifting off into an uncomfortable sleep when I heard the announcement that our plane was boarding. Letting out a sigh, I pushed myself off the plastic chair and walked to the quickly forming que. 

 People began to que behind me, causing a big divicde between Jamie and I.

After about five minutes, it was finally my turn and I handed my passport and ticket to the flight attendent and walked into the jetway.

As soon as I sat down in my seat, I could feel the nausea bubbling inside me.

“Breath, breath.” I told my self. “It’s perfectly safe. They never crash.” I could feel myself beginning to get really dizzy, so I bent down and put my head between my knees. Deep breath in and out. 

As I concentrated on my breathing, I felt the weight of someone sit beside me.

I lifted my head up to see a familiar pair of green eyes. His face was scrunched up in some unfamiliar expression.  

“Why are you sitting like that?” He asked me, the expression was still on his face. He sounded almost like he was concerned.

“Well you see, when people feel dizzy they usually put their head between their legs.” I told him, slowly like I was talking to a child.

The moment the words ‘head between their legs’  was out of my mouth, I could see the familiar smirk creep up on his face. 

“Don’t smirk like that, it’s not funny.” I told him.

“I'm not smirking, I’m just thinking of something funny in my head.” He replied, trying  to suppress his smirk.

“Hmm, yeah and would it happen to having anything to do with “head between legs?' God you are so dirty minded.” I replied, a disgusted look on my face.

“Hey I never said it was dirty! You're the one who thought that, so, technically, you're the dirty minded one!” He replied with a grin.

Oh whatever. I wasn't even supposed to be talking to him.

I rolled my eyes and leaned back in my chair. I remained like that for the next 20 miuntes, as I waited for the stupid machine to take off.

I had alsmot drifted off too sleep when the ‘seatbelt’ sign came on, reminding me that  I was in fact on an airplane that was about to take off. Just thinking this caused a whole new round of dizziness.

“Ugh, shit, I don’t feel good.” I groaned. Jamie looked, to say the least, a little uncomfortable. It reminded me of the time he found me crying.