The Girl Who Dared (DISCONTINUED)

The Girl Who Dared

After what seemed like an eternity, I had finally boarded the plane and was able to relax. We had been flying for almost 30 minutes and I was having trouble occupying myself other than staring out the window. My dad and mom basically passed out the moment we took off, and they were still snoozing. Almost as if the stars had aligned, the person sitting next to looked like he could own the cover of GQ. He had a stunning blue eyes and a pearly white smile. He had light brown hair that hung a little bit in his face and was nicely tousled. I mentally thanked myself for attempting to look good. Adjusting my hair and making the most sultry face I could muster, I decided to move in on the subject.

"Hey, are you visiting Benton, or do you live there?" I asked, trying to play it cool.

He looked up and grinned, "I live there, and I hope you do too."

Bold, I liked that in guys. I laughed and said, "I'm moving there! My name's Cecelia Foster."

"Adam Hamilton, pleased to meet you." He held out his hand and I shook it.

"Wow, what a gentleman. Haven't come across one in awhile," I joked.

"I am utterly horrified that my gender has failed to meet your gentlemen standards! I apologize on behalf of our inadequate manners!" He exaggerated with mock shame.

"Perhaps, I'll forgive you, if you give me your number," I smiled.

He looked surprised for a second and said," You got it! Your phone, please."

We exchanged phones and at the same time, the intercom said, "Please turn off and put up your cellular devices. Also, please buckle and prepare for take off."

Adam and I hastily tried to finish, but one of the cranky flight attendents told us to put up our phones or get kicked off. I mouthed to Adam that I'd give him his phone back as soon as we landed. He nodded and the flight attendent thanked us as she walked away.

"What a buzzkill," I complained.

"Trust me, there are worse people than her at Benton. You get used to them though."

As we talked and got to know eachother, the phone business was forgotton.

"So, how crazy does Benton party?" I asked with a smile.

"Certain parties are as crazy as it gets! If you don't drink though, you might want to avoid them though." He said as if testing me.

"Puh-lease, bring on the happy juice!" I laughed.

He grinned, and I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Not to let that damper my mood, I pressed forward.  We kept on getting to know eachother and it was as if we had know eachother forever by the time the plane was landing. The intercom came on again and I was a little sad.

"Thank you for flying today. Please exit at the front and have a nice day."

I got out of the aisle to get my suitcase. I was a little short so Adam reached over my and said,"Need help?" 

I blushed and nodded. My mom had waken up and grinned at me. I glared at her. Adam reached up and pressed into me. I helped him pull down my heavy suitcase and pushed into him.

" Are you teasing me Cecelia?" He murmured.

"I don't know Adam. Am I?" I smirked.

My dad cleared his throat and Adam jumped. He nodded at Adam and proceeded to grab my mom and his suitcase. I winked at Adam and said, " See you around."

My parents and I walked down the aisle leaving Adam.

"So Cecilia, who was that boy? I thought I told you to not talk to strangers!" My dad frowned.

" Yeah, like when I was six. I'm 17 years old now! Besides his name is Adam and he's really nice!" I retorted.

"If he's a friend, then why were you grinding against him like a hooker?" My mom laughed.

My dad paled and I blushed red.

"What? It's the truth?" My mom said unfased.

"Can we please act like a normal family and get off this plane?"

And with that, the Foster family strolled off inside the Airlines. We got our other suitcases and checked out of the airport. As soon as we stepped out, rays of sunlight hit our faces. I reached for my sunglasses in my purse and felt my phone. It made me think of Adam and I smiled. We hailed a taxi, and headed to our new home. I listened to my parents tell embarrassing and personal stories to the taxi driver and I mentally groaned.

My parents were so humiliating. My dad, Rick, was protective and couldn't grasp the fact that I was 17, not 7. My mom, Gail, was super embarassing and made sexual references too often. My mom was hippie-ish and my dad was, well something else.

"Wow, the house is amazing! " my mom gushed, " Look at how bright it is! Positive energy is just flowing in and out!"

I rolled my eyes and my dad paid the taxi driver. We unloaded our bags and made our way to the new house. I couldn't wait for the beach and the parties!

"Cecelia! Earth to Cecelia! Are you gonna go inside the house?" My mom asked.

"Oh! Right behind ya!" I blushed.

The house was actually really cute in a beach sort of way. I followed my mom in the house and our footsteps echoed throughout the empty house. Our dad grabbed our suitcases and dropped them on he floor. I was so excited to live on the beach. I had never lived on the beach in my previous 14 homes. I had lived in New York City before Benton, and it was one of my favorite places. Speaking of New York, I was surprised that nobody had texted me asking how I was. I pulled at my phone and my jaw dropped down to the ground.