This doesn't happen

Basic Bull

Jordan.

That's all I could think about. Hearing her scream my name. watching mark hold her like that. It was like watching your-Shit.

I have feelings for this chick.

I should have noticed it the day I helped her with the drunk guy at the club,

how the rim around her pupil made her blue eyes look green or gray and sometimes even hazel. How I wanted just to kiss her. A complete stranger. For no reason. How she just attracted me in a way I never have been before.

I've met beautiful gorgeous girls. I've met girls who thought of them self's as plain and they weren't but. Her . her demeanor
Her height.
Her weight.
The curves she doesn't notice.
Her eyes, god her eyes.
Her smile.
Her style.
Her bratty attitude.
Her laugh.
...... Her cry.

Everything about her ignites me .

I was sitting in the nearly empty airport waiting for a plane. The airport was neat. Some single flyers waited for their planes A few seats away.

Could they read how panicked I was?, my foot bouncing up and down. My body halfway on the edge of the chair. Two huge duffle bags and a backpack laying beside my feet.

I'm going crazy.

I'm gonna mentally combust with anger and , what is it?? Fear?. Anger over powered everything in me .

When the Boss man called me saying how I was a disgrace to him , to the business. I told him to fuck off and to shove his 'Title' up his ass.

I was finally out. I didn't need to do anything for anyone but myself. But now with jordan gone, without having her with me. Without being able to tell her why I actually talked to her friends and got her bags . without being able to give her reasons to why I chose her.

Not giving a reason as to why for some reason when she left after our encounter at the club , I wanted nothing more than to grab her hand and to walk out of that club and take her to the best food shack and buy loads of food and drive all the way up the hill looking over the beach and get to know her, to make her see something in me . a complete stranger, a random guy who she knows nothing about. At all.

To show how two complete strangers can connect in a way people could never understand.

And I'm gonna show her who her hero is. I'm gonna show her who was such a egotistical retard with standards that were way to high I'm going to show her that even though we met in a way that NOBODY Would understand at all. Or would have met in that predicament . that I'm actually someone who was in the wrong crowd with the wrong people at the wrong time.

And that's what angered me.
Why couldn't I meet her when I was with the right people and the right place at the RIGHT time.

Because God is punishing you for being stupid. I heard a voice in the back of my head say.

Shaking my head I'm rub my hands through my hair and on my face before snatching up my bags and moving toward the gate where the plane was supposed to be . and also where a pizza shack was .

I sat down in a booth With a small pizza in front of me .

My watch read.

2:35 am

I sighed taking a bite out of the cheesy slice. Savoring the flavor.
I think any food at 2 in the morning taste amazing.

I blew out a breath shutting my eyes for a brief moment. "Mr.Smith!, sir you have a flight to the united kingdom.  it's a private plane, sir " I jerk up snapping my eyes open. must've dozed off. I turn in circles searching for the woman who called my name. Reaching down and pulling my bags around me I make my way towards A small hallway where I would meet the pilot.I see a young red headed woman facing me and a large man's back towards me. "What's the name, Jane?" The man's rough voice asked.

I could see his back. broad shoulders, dark hair with gray strands. His posture was a still as wood. he had His Navy pilot suit on. His hat in hand with a briefcase and luggage. Why does he look familiar?My eyebrows scrunch in confusion. I must know this man.I look at the ground in concentration before the woman I assume as Jane speaks"Well he's right there sir" she pointed a manicured finger at me. causing me to stand up straight and look directly at the back of the man's head

Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.                                                                                                                                                   Please don't be him. please don't be him. please don't be him. please don't be him. please don't be him. Anyone, anyone but him. Please.                

The tall man turns to face me. His light brown eyes. His dark hair . his bridge nose. His strict face, Nate's eyebrows, my lips. Nate and I's defined jaw.

shit.

"Koda?" His deep voice , years .surprised and confused. His eyebrows scrunching together. His face had some age defined marks, showing his years. The man i thought i would never see again. God Damn it!

I sigh closing my eyes dropping my head back. Well there goes nice and easy.

"Hey Dad"