I pushed my bag to the back of the compartment, closing the compartment in satisfaction. This was good, okay. Life was good. I glanced at Harry, who had bagsied the aisle seat. I nudged him with my knee again and again until he looked up. He looked up at me, raising an eyebrow.
“Any reason as to why you’re nudging me like your life depends on it?” He asked.
“I want the aisle seat.” I said.
“Greedy bitch!” I heard Rahama shout from somewhere on the plane. I cringed, knowing she was talking to me, and that she had probably attracted the attention on many others on the loaded plane. Swearing in public was not proper etiquette. Not like she cared.
“My greedy bitch!” Harry called back, his tongue peeking through his teeth as he grinned cheekily.
I swatted him with my hand. “Shut up! We’re in public!”
I turned around, to see a woman and her son both giving me disapproving looks. It was her son that scared me the most. His eyebrows were knitted together in a similar was to my dad, when he was angry. The kid was, like, twelve, why was he intimidating me? I looked away, bringing my attention to Harry instead. He was still grinning.
“So, what? They can’t do anything.”
He had a point. I was, however, determined not to let him win this argument. “I’m not your thing, either,” I said, and he grinned again, getting up.
“Sorry. My apology is handing over my seat to you. What seat are you?”
“Uh,” I glanced at my ticket. “C? Which is window?”
“Guess I’m sitting near the window.”
“Yep. Move over.”
He groaned loudly, moving over to the seat by the window and sitting down. I sat down on the aisle seat, glancing at the people still boarding the plane. I wondered who’d sit next to us.
“The person who sits in the middle of us is going to be such a cock-block,” I announced, glancing at Harry.
He laughed. “Don’t say that. What if it’s an old man?”
“Won’t make a difference.”
But, as more and more people took their seats, I realised the seat next to us wasn’t being occupied.
I glanced at the only two from our group I could see from my point of view. Belinda and Rahama. Belinda was on her phone, and Rahama was reading a magazine. Next to them, was a boy who looked fifteen. He was staring at Rahama, looking mesmerized. I grinned, and she looked up at me.
“What?” She mouthed.
I nodded my head to the boy, who hadn’t stopped staring. She turned, confusion etched onto her features, and her eyes widened comically when she saw him. What made it funnier was, Rahama hated confrontation. I couldn’t help but laugh as she nudged Belinda, who said something to him that made him blush and start stuttering.
When I looked over again ten minutes later, they had swapped seats. Eventually, as the flight attendants did their final checks and I realised our row was free.
“Our row is free.”
“I know,” Harry said.
“You know what this means?” I asked.
He looked at me. “What does this mean?”
“I’m lying down.”
“Hey, why do you get to lie down?”
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Broken
Fanfiction"When something is broken, you can't fix it. But you can make it better. All it needs is love, care and attention." Broken. That's what Brenna was. With no family, and no money, it was a good thing she was smart. She had a scholarship for college a...
