Love, Again?

Chapter Eleven.

I ran to the bathroom, had a quick shower, gathered my toiletries and threw them in my suitcase. I slid in to my skin fit denims and wore my navy blue crop sweater over my black spaghetti. I tussled my hair and wrapped a grey scarf around my neck. I zipped up the black leather boots which Ted purchased for me yesterday. 

It was 7:30, shit shit shit. The flight was scheduled to leave at 11. I luckily didn't have to hunt for a cab to JFK, and got there within 24 minutes precisely. Elizabeth's assistant was waiting with my ticket and passport outside Terminal 1. I took it from her and got inside the airport. It took me ten friggin' minutes to figure out where I have to go for my immigration and checking. 

On my journey from the terminal to the plane, I banged in to 100 people, dropped my handbag 23 times and tripped myself 17 times, thanks to the leather boots. I had never seen such a huge plane in my life before, I felt like a kid in a candy store! I was the last one to board the plane. I searched for my seat, 57-A.... yayyyyy a window-seat! I squeezed myself in and settled down.

After 15 minutes, the plane started moving along the runway, increasing its speed by the second. I shut my eyes tightly and crossed my fingers, as the plane took off a huge hole was formed in my stomach, I felt as if I would be churned in to this hole, save me lord! I prayed and prayed and the feeling disappeared once the seat belt sign was off.

Finally, I was off to Paris!!! I plugged in the earphones and started watching Pretty Woman. My all time favorite. After 20 minutes, an airhostess who looked no less than a model came up to me and said, "You've been upgraded to Business class."

"I'm sure there's a mistake, check again.'' I told her.

"Kylie Evans, right?''

"Yeah."

"There is no mistake, you've been upgraded by Mr. Ted Lockwood." she said in a sugar coated tone.

Damn, Ted and his tactics.

I gathered my stuff and followed the brunette to the other end of the same airplane, but it seemed another world all together. Men in crisp suits busy on their laptop in their own private lounge and their respective accomplices either admiring their porcelain hands while sipping on champagne or having their beauty sleep. I on the other hand felt like the ugly duckling. 

''Here is your seat ma'am, enjoy your flight." the air-hostess directed me to the seat next to Ted's and left.

''Ted... this is.... can you just tell me what you want from me?" I asked him, being confined to a limited space he had no choice but clearing all my doubts.

"Kyl's..."

"Kylie. Just Kylie for you."

"I want you."

"Ted don't give me that bullshit that you gave me 10 years back."

"What happened 10 years back doesn't count now Kylie."

"Ha, it bloody does. You just dated me because of your stupid idiotic bet. Oh wait, the best was not about dating me, it was about having sex with me, sex with the most uptight girl in school."

"Kylie, I didn't date you for that bet, i was just trying to loosen you up... like I am trying now..."

"Again, don't give me that bullshit, loosen me up? If it wouldn't have been for Jake.."

"If it wouldn't have been for Jake, I would be in his place right now."

"Ted, don't you dare think that you can ever take his place, forget taking his place, don't even think of comparing yourself to him!"

"You loved me back then and you still love me now, I know it, I saw it in your eyes back then."

"Ted, that was a teenage girl who was controlled by her hormones and would jump with over excitement if a guy just smiled at her. You were the captain of the football team, and out of nowhere you showed interest in me, what did you expect out of me?" I justified myself. I don't know why was I doing this.

''Kylie if it isn't love what are you doing with me, 1000 feet above the ground in air, away from your husband, with me?"

"Protecting him." I said holding back my tears.

"A favour in return for what he did for you 10 years back?"

I didn't reply. How could he think of such a thing? I signaled the air hostess.

'Don't you change your set Kylie boo, or you will be blamed for Jake getting hurt."

The brunette appeared in front of me. "Can I a glass of white wine?" I asked her.

"Right away." She said and bolted off.

"That's like my Kylie." He whispered in my ears patting my hands.