Our Infinite Escapades

OIE X

"I can't believe this," I said frustrated, looking at the passport, in my hand.

"Stop freaking out, would you?" he said, as he sorted something out with his laptop.

"Anyone would freak out if they were in my shoes, Caelus," I spat.

We were apparently in his Range Rover, heading to the airport nearby. Trees passed us by in a fluid motion as beams of sunlight brighten up the moody afternoon.

"Why on Earth do you have to drag me overseas to get this mess cleaned up?"

With a shut of his laptop, he turned to look at me- eyes piercing into my soul.

"It can buy us more time."

"Are you not guilty of putting me through this?"

"I do. That's why I am doing this, idiot."

"Why don't you just walk back in the rehab and just admitted what you have done? That is faster. More time could have been saved."

"I am not walking back in there."

"What a bitch, helping me my ass."

The car slowed down until it halted to a stop. Apparently, the driver stopped in the middle of nowhere as the airport was not even in sight. My brows knotted in confusion.

"You can get lost if you'd prefer it that way. I am done trying to help you."

Ouch, that hurt. I could not believe he had the urge to talk to me that way. Oh boy, you messed up with the wrong person.

"I am not getting out of here. You started this, so you might as well end this," I crossed my arm, shooting daggers at him.

"James, you can go now,"  he stated, directing his statement at the driver.

Oh, his name was James. He looked young for an adult, probably he was older than Caelus here.

"Why Santorini?" I asked him, arching my brow at him.

He just stared out of the windows, not even acknowledging my question. He was so big-headed, for heaven's sake.

Instead of continuing to talk to him,  I diverted my attention to James.

"Hey, James," I hopped on the passenger seat in front, leaving Caelus alone behind. He nodded curtly at me.

"Are you working for his family here?" I pointed at Caelus, who's sitting behind me.

"Yes, miss."

"Don't miss me, Adoni is good," I continued. "Won't you tell his parents about this?"

"Mr. and Mrs. Zechariah are both not living here. They are residing in New York," he stated as he avoided my question.

Just like the norms, loaded parents always opted for the best for their children.  Apparently, the rehab here was among the best in the country and here, he was.

Few years ago, my parents was thinking about sending me off the England to attend a boarding school but I was against it. Being the brat that I was, they agreed.

"What are you doing here then?" I whispered as I heard Caelus irritation with me digging information about him.

"I was entrusted to look after him here, in San Francisco."

"So you are betraying their trust then?" I was getting more intrigued by his story.

And,  that was the moment when the party-pooper decided to butt in. "Shut the hell up, James," he spat.

The fact he was so rude and impolite boiled my blood. "You don't have to be so rude. It's my fault, not his."

I muttered a sorry at James and he just smiled at me. Not long after a decent silence, we got to the airport, it was so packed with people- tourists, businessmen, vendors and just people, who were merely sending their friends and family off.

I thanked God for not being at San Francisco right now or else, a lot of people would be so easily to recognise. It was absolutely true that I had been under the radar as soon as I left home, but some people still didn't fail to recognise me. Just like, Vernonia.

Only then I realized how much I missed her. I made a mental note to talk to her soon.

"Get your ass out of the car, Adoni," the voice instantly snapped me out of my trance. There Caelus was, opening the door for me.

"Thank you for your reminder, gentleman," I deadpanned.

I took my luggage from James and settled down.

"Thank you, James," he said as he shook his hand. I proceeded to hugging him as I muttered a soft thanks.

I heard him saying. "As to what you asked, I won't. That person had helped so much in life that I don't know how to repay him."

Caelus's scoff broke our conversation. "We have to leave now. The flight is leaving in an hour."

I just rolled my eyes at him as I followed him into the entrance. Waving James goodbye, we both entered the airport.

After checking in our luggages, we proceeded to the Golden Lounge. Apparently, this guy over here booked two first class tickets for the both of us. What a waste.

"Hey!" I snapped my fingers at him.

"What?"

"Why do you have so much money with you? Didn't your parents freeze your bank account or something?" I voiced my confusion.

"They're not that stupid,-" he continued. "And, I am not either."

He took a piece of paper out of his bag and handed it to me. "Here you go. Get everything checked firsthand before boarding to avoid trouble."

To avoid trouble.

"Are we freaking criminals?"  I asked him as my eyes scanned through the pieces of ticket.

Ticket number: 1099876

Name: Adoni Elisavet Matthias

Oh my fucking God. Does he know me already?

"Hey, Caelus, do you know me?" I looked at him.

"I am figuring that out," he said dryly.

"How do you know those personal information?"

"I have contacts."

"You rich people and your freaking contacts." I said out load in frustration." What's my name?"

"Elisavet," I rolled my eyes

"Where do I come from?"

"Is this some sick 20-questions?" he said in disgust. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"California, I suppose." Oh lord, what stupid contacts you had granted to this fellow here. I was from New York.

"Good."

"Look, I wanted you to check because I haven't got the chance to do so."

Sighs of relief escaped my mouth.

"Whatever. Do I have to pay you?"  I fanned the ticket I was holding.

"What?-" he looked at me and just shrugged. "Can you?"

"Are you saying I can't afford this? You bastard."

Of course, I could pay him, if were to ask my parents for money. The money I have in my account was more than enough to sustain myself for the next three months but on contrary, insufficient to pay him for the ten thousand grand ticket.  Talk about earning for yourself.

"I am not saying. You said it?" he questioned. I just narrowed my eyes silently at him, his insult at me was getting on my nerves. His boastful aura was totally wrecking my already awful day.

"Screw you."