Basorexia || derek hale ||. NOT EDITED!!!!!

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The characters in this story are not mine and I take no credit for the plot. Kelsey and a few other characters are mine that I will point out.

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Lauren's POV:
Plane rides. I never really got the rush of adrenaline that others have gotten from going thousands of feet in the air for a few hours. The flight 290637 wasn't really a carnival ride for me. The skies in England were cloudy and dark- a great way to spend my last day.

London is know as a fashion city but that isn't why I went there. I went for english and literature and now I work as an editor for Timlen Publishing.

London University was an amazing school, I had fallen in love with it the moment I stepped foot into the campus. They offered to pay for my plane tickets, room, books, classes and food if I went; which may seem like a little much but they want the best of the best at the school, even if they can't afford it the school adjusts.

The only sad part about it was that the school didn't pay for my tickets home for the holidays. So, I pulled a Harry Potter and stayed at school during Christmas and opened my presents over video chat with my family.

We could never afford very much so I didn't complain. I wish I did though because then maybe planes wouldn't bother me so much.

It's not a fear of falling, it's not claustrophobia. I just do not like airplanes. You sit too close to one another and breathe in other peoples exhalation. I don't get the big whoop about planes, never have never will.

A four year old boy is sitting behind me and of course kicking my seat like it is a kickball. This kid is going all at it, maybe he sees his school teacher in the back of the chair.

My neck cracks forward again as the boy whips his feet and they collide with the fabric back. I swiftly loosen my seatbelt and turn around the face the boy.

"Ma'am I'm sorry but your going to have to control your son or something because I am getting whiplash over here while you read that magazine." I say sharply trying to get the women's attention.

She sighs and looks up at me. Her age clear through her worry lines and under eye circles. She was probably late twenties and she looks mid fifties.

"My apologies miss, my son is upset we left his father back in England and-" the women starts balling. "He misses him so much but we couldn't stay there we just couldn't!! He was hurting my boy and was hurting me! We had no other choice." The women is sobbing and shaking.

I did not need to know that. Nope I really didn't.

I give her a small smile and turn around only to see the sixty year old business man next to me staring at my ass. I cough loudly and he looks away. I almost gag in disgust.

I call for a flight attendant who finds me a new seat away from the Ms. newly divorced hot mess express and her tantrum throwing child.

This time there are no preverted businessmen near me but a mother and her young daughter who are both thankfully sleeping. I gently make my way to the window seat.

Looking out the window I see the beautiful blue ocean before me. Instantly I shut the window and roll my eyes.

I hate planes.

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I just landed in Beacon Hills. The 17 hour flight was exasperating. I sat next to an old lady for the layover of the flight when we stopped mid way. She wouldn't stop shoving photos of her great grandchildren in my face. She had to have been at least 80 years old. I felt bad for the lady who was traveling alone but after a few hours I was ready to shove her out of the plane.