Rules Are for the Weak

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER TWO

The overhead speaker announces that it's our time to board, so I get up, grab my things, and drag Greer behind me to board the plane. We go through the whole ticket-scan process and enter through the hallway toward the airplane. We're almost to the plane when Greer is stopped suddenly by a random man.

He starts asking him all sorts of questions. How old he is, where he's going, who he's going with, how long he will be gone, and more. I can see it in his face that if the guy asks more useless questions, Greer will explode.

Eventually, he lets him go and we continue on to the plane.

"That was weird," I say.

Greer shrugs, "TSA. They always stop randoms and try to intimidate us. It's annoying."

We enter the plane, where the Captain and flight attendants are greeting us, and head past First Class to the Economy section.

When Greer and I get to our seats, the nerves kick in. The fact that I'm in the window seat doesn't help either. Greer snatches my carry-on bag and stores it in the overhead compartment, while I sit and take deep breaths.

Lani follows behind us and he loads her carry on above our seat too. The rest of the passengers are piling in and the plane is filling quickly. Old people are pushing through, mothers are gathering their children, and business men are glaring throughout the entire process.

Nonchalantly, Greer takes a seat and buckles the seatbelt, humming while he does so. When he gets settled, he plays the drums on his legs using his fingers, and looks at me once and smirks. "Not a fan of airplanes, are we?"

I roll my eyes, "Fears aren't something to make fun of, so don't even start, O'Callaghan."

His smirk fades, "I wasn't going to, Wagner. As a matter of fact, I was going to ask if you'd like a water or anything."

I eye him. "Why are you being so nice?"

Greer scoffs, "Come on, Hadley, I'm not that much of an asshole. My mom has a fear of flying. I help her and I'll help you too. So, like I said, do you want a water? A sprite? It'll help the nerves."

I pause, twisting my lips and contemplating if I need anything. Before I could respond, while the flight attendant is standing at the front beginning to discuss rules and instructions, Greer stands up and raises his hand.

My cheeks immediately redden.

"Excuse me! Can I get a water and a sprite? I hate flying. Oh, God, it terrifies me. A drink will really cool my nerves!" He shouts. "Please?"

The entire plane turns to look at him, some of our classmates giggle, and Mr. Munro glares. "Greer, sit down!" He mutters. Meanwhile, another flight attendant is already heading our way with the drink cart. I bury my face in my hands and groan while Greer cheerfully receives the beverages.

"I took one for the team." He smiles, handing me the drinks. "Here you go."

I roll my eyes, "You didn't have to make a scene, you know."

Greer shrugs, "No, but you're scared, and drinks usually help. Drink the Sprite first, it'll help your stomach. You don't have to be such a pain; you know? I hurt my image by announcing I have a fear of flying."

"That was your choice. I never asked for your help." I cross my arms, refusing to take his advice about the Sprite. If he was so worried about his image, he shouldn't have made a fool of himself in front of an entire airplane.