Chp 15 Devils

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Edward

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          I shoved the sweaty bodies away as I pushed myself out of the crowd of Virgin America Airport. I never knew I would be in this state, pushing sweaty bodies out of my sight.

" Damn it," I cursed and pushed the door into the bathroom.

           " Eww." I grimaced at the yellowy toilet bowl in front of me. Scratching my beanie cap, I decided weather I should step in it...or not. My leather shoes!

          " c'mon man! We are linin' here!" Someone yelled behind me. I turned my head back and pushed up my black framed disguise glasses.

          The men stood in a curvy line from the opened door to my back. I nodded stiffly and turned my gaze back to the toilet.

Making a face, I stepped in with tippy toes.

          Grimacing again, I plucked opened my wet tissue box and cleaned the bowl lid with rubber gloves.

                 Dumping the blacken and yellowed tissues in the bowl, I spread a piece of tissue paper on the lid and sat on it with a trembling butt.

" Hey man! C'mon!" Someone banged the door, making me flinch and the sound as the door rattles.

          I ignored it and took my time. Wiping my butt with my own made tissue, I got up and zipped up with zipper.

           Still with gloves, I flushed it and opened the door and found them glaring at me. I gulped and stepped aside and dodged them as I walked away from the shithole.

          " Attention, attention," the speaker called and I dumped myself down on the small wooden bench and cupped my head.

          " J1 plane just crashed in the Pacific Ocean, I repeat, J1 Plane just crashed in the Pacific Ocean." My eyes snapped opened and I sat up straight. People beside me stopped walking and heard intentionally to the shocking news.

          " All the planes from now on are delayed, I repeat, all the planes from now are delayed," Wow, a plane just crash. I could create history!

          Everyone in the airport begun buzzing around like bees. I sighed and fished out my phone, playing Flappy Bird.

           I hate this game but it's challenging. So there.

" Fuck," I muttered as the yellow bird touch the green pole and I grimaced at my score: 49.

Just a little to the high score.

          I sighed and tapped the home button and scrolled over my contacts.

Passing 'A',I stopped my fingers and stared at the name: Your Awesome Girl;)

I sighed, weeks ago, Bella changed my contact list about her. I chuckled to myself.

           I pressed my palm to my eyes and leaned back. I held my glasses in the other hand and thought about Bella.

Bella...

Bella

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           My jaw clenched and unclenched. I pushed my foot, glaring at the speedometer. It passed over 150mph. I gripped on the Porsche's stirring wheel, leaving claw marks.

Sorry, Alice.

          " Move, move!" I barked and banged the wheel at the slow-mo cars in front of me. I snarled and honked them. The Chevy moved away from my sight slowly. Good riddance.

          I slammed the brakes and pulled the stupid motherfucker. Damn it! I growled in frustration and took my safety kit out of my bag. Snipping the air, I cut open the stupid belt and jumped out from Alice's car.

          Fixing my wig, I stalked into the airport. Stopping my tracks in front of the automatic door.

Edward didn't die, did he?

                    Building up my courage, I stepped in and looked around. Why am I in the airport anyway! Oh right, to find Edward's location and pray for his safety. I wish the 20 people is one of him. Please.

" oh my God. The princess." Someone gasped and I turned around, finding a c-ute pilot. Wheew-wit!

          His dark curly hair was pushed back to his hat and a hand covering his mouth, his dark grey eyes pierce right through mine. 20 or more years old. My type. Lol.

          "   Shh!" I whispered shouted at him and mouthed. " Don't tell anyone. " he nodded still speechless as his wide open grey eyes blinked.

          " Do you know where the receptionist is at?" I asked quietly and he nodded. I waited for a few seconds for his answer but it didn't came out, " Uhm... Where?" I asked awkwardly.

          " oh, sorry, turn right to the end of the hall and you will find it." He grinned at me. Oh that boyish grin...

I stuffed a wad of cash in his palms and took off.

Right, right, turn right.

          I pushed the poor people out of my body and out the big orange words on top of my head. Gotcha.

          The line was loong. Very. If I announce I am the princess now, I could cut the line. But notepads and pens will shoved into my sight and people shouting at me. Better not.

          A guy with beanie cap stood in front of me and fished out his phone. I noticed his phone cover was as the same as Edward's. I am just a love sick puppy. I shook my head and looked away.

          The beanie guy was next and the old lady with grey hair stood aside, letting Beanie guy first.

         " Miss, please check for the flight to Alaska," he said in a familiar voice. Alaska. The receptionist nodded dazzlingly and went to work.

          The beanie guy tapped his fingers frustratingly on the counter, making noises...like Edward would do every time...

I am so having my doubts now.

           " name?" The flirty receptionist asked, and tried to battle her fake eyelashes. Keyword:Tried.

" Ahem... Uhm... Anthony-Mason, Anthony," the guy said uncomfortable.

" Edward?" I whispered.

Edward

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          Damn it, the teenager kept battling her eyelashes at me. It's not like she's pretty anyway.

          I huffed and tapped my fingers on the marble counter and counted my time from the delay.

          " Name?" She asked, again with the eyelashes. I wanna shout at her: Your eyelashes work okay?!

          I fought the urge of rolling my eyes. " Ahem...Uhm...Anthony-Mason, Anthony," I stammered. I did bring my forge passport...right?

"Edward?" Someone whispered and I froze. My breathe was caught in mid air. That voice...

           I turned around and saw her, I saw my Bella. Her tears was gathered in her eyes. She cupped her mouth with both of her hands. Milliseconds later, her hands were around me.

Automatically, I wrapped mine around her neck.

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