I Don't Date Stupid ✓

4: "She Used to Be a Lesbian."

I look out of the window and watch the ground coming imminently closer. Then there's a thud, a bump, a slide and finally, a stop. I immediately unbuckle my seatbelt, wrap my headphones around my phone and stuff it in my back pocket. I grab an oversized black sweatshirt from my bag and pull it on over my head. What can I say? NY is colder than CA. Did I really just use the abbreviations? Yeah, I need to stop doing that. As I am standing up the man next to me speaks up.

"Thank you." He says then smiles. He smiles. Why would he smile?

"Um, what for?"

"For not watching Saw again."

I know I should welcome him but then my psychoanalysis skills kick in. "How do you know I was watching Saw? You seemed so horrified it was as if you never watched it before."

"My girlfriend. She's really into those sorts of films but I, I really hate them." He chuckles as if looking back on a memory.

"Really? Tell me about her." We then begin to walk off the plane side by side while we talk about his girlfriend. She is 24, she just graduated from Yale and she lives in New York with him. Oh yeah, she's called Ashley and he's called Tim. I told him that I wanted to meet her and he told me that we should have coffee sometime, so on Tuesday, I'm having coffee with a man who I just met and his girlfriend, whom I have never met.

So we part ways after I got my bag from baggage claim and he was still waiting for his but he has my number so that's fine. I head over to the main airport and immediately see a giant sign with a picture of a hurricane on it, I look lower at the smug looking man underneath it and see non-other than my brother Damon. 'Why is the hurricane picture for you, KT?' I hear you ask. Well, Damon has always called me Katrina and ever since he found out about it and it's deadly status, that's what he's called me.

"Hey look! It's my little baby hurricane!" My eyes shoot daggers at Damon before they soften as I see him standing with by best friend, Roxy. I run over to them, grinning genuinely for the first time in what seems like an eternity but I can't get a word out before Roxy tackles me to the floor of the airport.

"What the fuck Roxy!?" I laugh as I try to get up but she doesn't let go of my torso. "Roxy!" I scream in her ear yet she doesn't budge. I let out a defeated sigh before knowing what to do. She always does this. She pulls something outrageous out of her hat and doesn't do anything until she gets what she wants. Selfish bitch. "I missed you," I deadpan. Immediately she gets up, smiling goofily and offered a hand to me, I took it.

"You did?"

"Well, I was without my best friend for a year. Who was I meant to prank people with?"

"I think it's more, who are you meant to prank." She raises an eyebrow at me and I just flash an innocent smile in reply.

"Are you forgetting someone?" Damon suddenly pipes up.

"Oh yeah," I turn to Roxy, "Did you remember to tip the driver?" She bursts into a fit of laughter as Damon hardens his facial expression.

"No, do you have any idea how hard it is to be in his cab for an hour?" She laughs again and I turn to face Damon who just glares at her.

"Ha. Ha." He says sarcastically. "I missed you, sis," He says to me.

"Oh, I know you did." I wink at him as he slings an arm over my shoulder, leading me to the car.

"What took you so long anyway?" Roxy asks.

"Ugh. I don't even want to talk about it. Dad barely let me go when I did!"

"At least you're here now."