♥Fighting Over A Waitress In Costa♥ - [2nd book]

♥Chapter 2♥

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In life, time speeds by when you are enjoying yourself.

This would've been the case if I wasn't too bothered about Matt and if I had paid close attention to Giles' instructions.

We landed at around 6:45am, delayed because of the weather and my first ever flying lesson. It was an amazing experience and it was great to see what Giles did for a living and how he managed everything. As we were walking out of the airport, Giles words “you were fantastic up there, a little rough at the start but you got the hang of it in the end. At least you learnt the basic controls with you head in the clouds; metaphorically and literally” made me blush and chuckle at his ending.

He smiled.

I thanked him for his honest words. It took a lot of courage to say the truth, no matter how bitter it was, it was meant to be sweet; if you get my drift. . .

I looked up at him and started at the new father I had gained from all this drama.

It was a mystery; how a person I had met twice could become so important to me in seconds.

I grabbed him and embraced him tight, burying my head into his chest.

Shocked, yet he hugged me back.

We just stood there hugging for ages and I knew he didn’t mind, because he knew I needed someone to be there for me. He was fulfilling that role. 

“Thank you Giles for being there for me,” I mumbled into his chest, “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t there for me.  I don’t think anyone could’ve done what you did for me today. Honestly, the way you comforted me, helped me. . . I’ll always be grateful to you for the little display of comfort and sympathy. I know I-I said I was n-not going to cry but. . .” I chuckled, wiping away black tears, “but I never keep my promises, simply because I don’t believe in them . . . anymore. . .”

I quickly moved away to prevent stains on Giles’ white shirt.

Right now, I couldn’t be bothered to think about my appearance. Despite the fact I looked like a large panda with a birds nest as hair, forced with a tight dress whilst balancing on stilettos, I really didn’t care. All I wanted, all I needed was to go home and shut myself in my dark cold room, perfecting matching my negative mood.

“You’re welcome Jasmine,” he whispered. He cupped my face with both wrinkly hands, kissing me on the top of my head, just like a father would do to a daughter. He looked at me with his kind eyes and smiled; the wrinkles around his blue orbs slightly visible.

He shook his head, biting his bottom lip from quivering as he wiped away my tears with large strokes with his thumb. “I’ve never had a daughter. I’ve always wanted one.”

“Well now you do,” I smiled meekly, “. . . Daddy.”

He grinned at me.

~*~*~*~

I waved goodbye to Giles as he drove away from my parent’s driveway.

Sighing, I turned around and stared at the house that held so many memories; some good, some but nevertheless everlasting memories that I would always remember; forever.

The lights were off. The howling wind and the sound of moving tree branches in the wind were freaking me out. Picking up my bags and the McDonald’s I picked up on my way here. Giles paid because he felt bad so I let him pay as all my money had been converted into dollars and I was stupid enough to not carry Pounds. Hurriedly I made my way to the door and slowly walked in, trying not to disturb a soul at sleep.

The loud snores from my parent’s room comforted and relieved me. There were in a deep sleep. Their presence instead wrapped a secured bubble of protection over me although the sound was irritating.

I pulled off my heels from my feet that were ecstatic to be released from torture. I made my way upstairs, trying not to make a sound. Once I made it up the stairs with bags that weighted a ton, I crept into my room and quickly swung it shut but making sure I securely shut it, making no noise. Now the darkness was my only friend. The dark didn’t bother me because that wasn’t my biggest worry right now. 

Viciously, I stripped everything off and wiped my makeup off with wipes. Then I jumped into bed with the bag of McDonalds, wearing my bunny onesie. I stared at the only thing that could give me a little piece of joy and happiness for a limited amount of time.

It was worth it. . .

One of my New Year’s resolutions was to cut down on the amount of junk food I ate during boredom and unhappy periods. It had already been three days and already I was breaking the first one!

Well, there's always next year . . . ?

I glanced down at the food. Two kids meal, three fish burgers and two boxes of large chips later, I still wasn't satisfied by the amount of wrappers and cardboard containers carelessly thrown on the floor.

If anyone entered my room, they would've been horrified by the mess made. It looked like a pigsty, literally.

Feeling queasy after the food had shifted to the next part of its journey, I lay down, my hands resting on my puffed up, large belly.

Ya Allah . . .

Heavily sighing, I pulled out my laptop from my bag, feeling the urge to release my creativity through words with blurry vision.

After endless amounts of pages written, the Doctor Who theme blurted out of my bag. I rolled my eyes, knowing who it was.

I looked at the caller ID and finally answered after self conflict.

"Hello, you have reached Jasmine's voice-"

"-Stop shitting with me and tell me where you are," Matt exclaimed angrily.

Holy fuck . . .

Just the sound of his voice was enough for me to start crying again, bringing him back into my heart which he didn't deserve any part of. I wasn't going to satisfy him with my tears.

"Well," I hissed, wiping away angry tears, "I was up your ass but then you brought a new bitch in and as I hate sharing, I left before you either have space for me, or you don't. Thanks for the free things that I will keep even if you want them back. I quit my job. Never call me again!"

I completely lost it, hissing loudly at him so I could get my message through to him. I hung up and glared at my phone, before changing it onto Airplane mode.

I ran a hand through my tangled hair and carried on writing until sleep took over me, burying all my thoughts deep to the back of my mind.