Rebel (editing)

          I was on my way to California, against my parents will. What would they do when they found out? What would happen when I got home? The endless list of thoughts and emotions of possible consequences ran through my head. They could ground me for life, take away all my privileges, they could basically do anything they wanted to ruin my life. But I won't let them. I'm going to have a great time and not even think about my parents or my life back home. A young woman interrupted my thoughts.

"Ma'am...Ma'am? Ma'am!"

 "Oh I'm sorry. What do you need?" I tried to say it in the nicest way possible. Although it didn't come out as I would have liked it to. But I mean come on I was thinking and she just interrupted me, if you ask me that's kind of rude.

 "I'm sorry I didn't mean to interrupt you, but I couldn't help but notice that there is an empty seat next to you, is it taken? Would you mind if I sat there?" she asked in a very apologetic way. I Felt guilty for judging her too quickly, she seemed quite nice. I thought to myself, she seems nice and she's small so she won't take up to much room, I guess I could handle her sitting next to me. Even though I'm not a very social person, but what harm could be done?

 "No its no-"

 "Yes it is taken, by me. Buzz off sweetie." A very rude, yet very attractive young man cut me off and finished my sentence for me, which I did not appreciate. The young woman slightly ran off and started crying.

 "What was that for? She was a very nice lady. You had no right to be rude to her, and not to mention you cut me off." I practically yelled at him. What was I doing? I never stood up for anyone; I usually just kept to myself.

 "Whoa! Calm down. Is it wrong that I wanted to sit by you? You should be glad, because now you get to sit by me. The highlight of this plane ride." He replied with a very attractive smirk across his face.

 "Don't flatter yourself. I'd much rather sit alone, trust me." I replied in a too good for you kind of way. I felt proud of myself for putting him in his place. He needed to learn a lesson that's for sure.

"Oh little miss attitude, I like that in a girl." He said and ended with a wink in my direction. I looked around to see whom he was winking at but there was no one. That couldn't have been to me? Right? No guys ever had even the slightest bit of interest in me. I'm kind of the nerd at my school, and now this attractive guy was winking at me. Dang maybe I should be out going more often.

"Yes that wink was to you." He said as though he could sense my confusion from a mile away. I could feel my cheeks getting redder by the second so I turned the other way hoping that he wouldn't notice.

"Are you blushing? Man that was easier than I thought." I could tell he was pleased with himself. I just decided to ignore him and put in my ear buds, and played my music really loud as usual.

I woke up and found that I was leaning on someone. I slowly opened my eyes giving them time to adjust to the bright light. Once my eyes were open I sat up and looked over to were I had been leaning just moments before. Realizing that it was the very attractive jerk that still hadn't told me his name. He was staring right at me with a smirk on his face.

"Did you sleep well sleeping beauty?" He more stated than asked, so I didn't bother to respond.

"You know you sleep talk right?" he said laughing at his statement. I instantly got nervous and could feel my cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. By this point my eyes were wide open.

"What did I say?" I asked worried to hear what he was going to say next.

"How you think I'm really attractive and how much you love me." His response made me wonder. I did think he was attractive but I certainly didn't love him, I've never loved anyone before, not even my parents.

"I'm just kidding, but you know you like me." He teased.

"Oh yes so much you have no idea." I teased back. This felt good. I felt like I was finally coming out of my bubble and I wasn't so scared anymore. I like this feeling.

"So why California?" he asked. I could tell that it was a serious question so I responded with a serious answer.

"I've always loved California and wanted to go there, and get away from home."

"I know the feeling." He frowned at the words he had just spoken. Suddenly I felt bad for him. For once I looked at him as a person just like me, with trials and hard times. I didn't look at him as a cocky jerk that thought he was to good for everyone. Maybe I was to quick to judge, I mean I knew nothing about him. I was determined to find out more. But as soon as I opened my mouth in response, he spoke.

"I mean who wouldn't want to go to California, right? Lots of babes in bikini's and beaches." Just as fast as the feeling of sadness for him came it had left, just like that. Was he afraid I would judge him? I had found his soft spot and I wanted to know more, but how? My mind voluntarily answered the question for me. 'Just give it time,' and that's exactly what I would do.

~~~~~~~~ This was just for fun if you like it and want me to keep going comment and vote. I wasn't planning on continuing it but if people actually like it I will, so tell me what you think!

~strangelife9