Once Upon A Rush #3 (A Zachery Johnson Story)

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Adrian

It had been over an hour and there was still no sign of my father. I threw what was left remaining of my caramel latte in the bin as I have now lost my appetite. I felt sick.

Dad. If you stood me up again, I swear to all that is Holy, I will-

My phone started ringing in my coat pocket and the panda by desiigner instrumental blasted through. I hastily grabbed my phone out of my pocket and swiped the screen.

"Hello?" My father's voice greeted. Oh thank the Lord, I thought I was going to have to sit here forever. Why I haven't called, you ask. Well. That's because I ran out of minutes and I was much too lazy to top up.

"Hey dad." I grinned, though he couldn't see me. "Where are you?" I asked, frantically darting my gaze around the swarm of people in the overly crowded airport.

"Uh, sweetie. I don't know how to say this but... something came up. I swear I was there but I took a one way ticket straight back to the US. There was a scam in my business and I-"

"Dad, I'm not a kid anymore. You can't just take a one way ticket back to the US from the UK in the span time of an hour! You have to stop lying to me. I'm getting sick and tired of this, that's all you do now! Is your stupid business more important than your own daughter!" I exclaimed. I must say, I was impressed with myself. I have never dared to stand up to my father and finally doing so after all this time, it felt absurdly... satisfying.

"You will not talk to your father like this Adrian-"

And yet again, I cut him off. "Talk to you like what? Like this? You're so infuriating dad! Is there ever going to be a day where you don't stand me up? What's next? 'Oh sorry sweetie, one of my pens broke so I had to take a one way ticket back, I'm so sorry, maybe next time you will get to see your father after three years.'" I mocked, in an overly exaggerated high pitched voice.

I immediately froze after what I had said. You're asking for a death wish Adrian, you've crossed the restriction line.

"Adrian, you are to apolog-!" I hung up. I freaking hung up. This was not happening. I was officially dead. He probably won't even attend my funeral because one of his pens broke. I almost laughed at how ridiculous the situation was but I was on the verge of tears.

My phone rang constantly for five minutes straight before it finally stopped. I stood up and reluctantly walked over towards the exit. Well tried anyway.

It was a rush hour, people were pushing me all over the place. I tried to push past a ten year old kid but she kicked me on my shin. "What the fudge! Look where you're going kid!" I spat, immediately regretting it. Why was I taking my exasperation out on a poor kid? She burst out crying and what I'm guessing was her mother- shot me the most dirtiest look she could muster up.

I sighed, and to my utter disbelief, the lady pushed me. She freaking pushed me! I tripped over my own shoe laces and fell straight into someone's arms. You have got to be frigging kidding me!

I pushed the person off of me and proceeded to walk straight past them, little did I know that, that person had a broad chest and I bumped my nose straight into that hard piece of brick.

I cradled my poor nose in my hands and squeezed my eyes shut. "Fiddle sticks and faddle waddles, that hurt. My poor nose!" I yelled, jumping up and down on the spot.

"Ooh! Christ! That must've hurt like a bitch... you should really put some ice on that." A deep voice spoke from above me. My head snapped up and even with my bruised nose and light headed state, it wouldn't have taken a genius to know that the person in front of me was wow. Like wow. No people seriously. This should be illegal.