WHEN WAR BEGINS!√

Chapter 6

*Cute boy in the plane?....

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I install my earphones in my ears, this will show people who are seeking for a conversation I'm not in the mood to talk. I decided to take my duffel bag with me in the plane and not much was said.
I carefully move down the brown comfortable carpet earning eyes every step I take. I read my seat number and make my way to my seat. I had a picture of my seat number in my phone, it was easier since I always carried my phone, I feared loosing the ticket so I took a snap. Without loosing eye contact with the phone in my hand I carefully release my duffel bag. I look up at the cases for storing bags, there is an empty spot obviously for my duffel bag. I stretch to the tip of my toes raising my bag and stuffing it in before closing the closet. I pull down my top and that's when I sense someone is intensely gazing at me, I look forward and the whole world surrounding me is to a stand still. My heart begins to pump blood in an elecritating unbelievable increasing rate. My jaw drops...there is a cute boy in the plane?...and his sitting next to me!...that's all my mind could think of. I take my earphones out and give the stranger a friendly smile, He looks cute but I'm jealous because he got here before me, he got the window seat which was my favourite. He gives me a smirk, causing my cheeks to heat up.
He must be american, a white boy with long dark brown hair. His pale skin brightening his hazel green eyes, he might not have a welcoming smile but he sure has the looks and the body of a Greek god, I keep looking at his seat wishing it were mine so I take courage.
"Erh, I completely understand if you don't want to, I mean you claimed the spot first, Can't we please exchange seats?" I say playing with the color of my bomber jacket...I always do that when I'm nervous, but why am I nervous...he returns his gaze to me furrowing his eyebrows, he looked confused...maybe he doesn't speak English, oh gosh I just embarrassed myself...I open my mouth to protest on what I said but I'm cut when I hear his voice.
"Sure, no problem." His deep voice knocks my breath out for a second. He speaks English, I guess my mind spoke too soon
He stands up from his seat and moves out standing next to me, his 6 foot tall height only making me feel smaller than I usually am. Woah, his structure strikes eyes, why is it that nowadays boys are muscular. His muscles popping out of his perfectly tight top. All the exposed skin didn't have a single mark. He coughs out a laugh gesturing me to sit, I immediately tear my gaze away from his torso and by now I must be light pink. I sit down and he follows, as he drops down an addicting esscence intoxicates the room. He smelt good, looked good what else?, why in the world would they put me next to a hot stranger. I am interrupted by the plane Telecom from my thoughts
"Flight 0672NewYork's take off will be in 5, you may put on your seatbelts, Ladies and Gentlemen enjoy your..." She mumbles and fear kicks in.
I'm a teenager too so obviously I will be embarrassed by what I'm about to do. I switch off the music and put my earphones in my pocket waiting for the signal.
The plane begins to run around its course, I watch it through the window taking in the last of Cape Town. The worst nightmare rummages, the rocky part of the plane. The noise starts piecing my ears and I immediately regret why I hadn't put on my earphones but now its too late. I grip the arm rester with my left hand and I rest my head on the palm my right hand, I pull of my falling hair like a frustrated miserable person. The plane kicks off sending my intestines to twist, I tighten my grip on the arm rester. My whole body begins to vibrate and shiver as the plane rises. I can't take the pain of pulling my hair nor the noise so I lift my head and rest it on my seat slightly lifting it up. The plane reaches the sky sending a relaxing feeling to run down my spine. After releasing my lips and untensening my body I realize that I'm being watched closely and being eyed
"Are you okay?" He asks giving me a concerned look, it seems like a concerned look even though his blankly staring at me, his eyes show concern.
"Yeah I'm ohk, I just never adapt to the taking off part." I say fiddling with my jacket zipper, his american, but his accent seems mixed up, I still have a feeling he is from England.
"Are you South African?." He ask and his deep voice lightens a bit, yep I'm right his american, with a little mix of English.
"Yes actually, why?." I breath a laugh. I really want to keep this conversation going even though I told myself I wouldn't talk to anyone. He observes me for a while before responding
"No, I'm just asking." He says avoiding eye contact with me, he takes out his phone and starts texting.
"Are you American or English?" I ask hoping he would respond. He looks up from his phone but doesn't look at me.
"Both."He says and immediately looks back to his phone, he starts smirking and blowing O shapes with his lips, I wonder what's making him wear a smug smile like that. At whatever age he was which I was sure it wasn't far from mine he probably has a girlfriend who is gorgeous as ever. A girl who can satisfy his needs whenever he pleases, maybe the girl is sending him seductive images right now, the way his smirking says it all. Our generation is badly affected, teenagers are sexually active at a young age but I don't blame them for being adventurous and exploring the adult world. We are teens, sometimes we can't control our hormones don't blame us, well I can control my hormones most times. I feel so akward, I think its the fact that I'm being completely ignored by the person sitting next to me. Conversation time.
" You came to South Africa alone?."I ask, I don't know why I keep bothering this guy when I told myself I wouldn't speak to anyone. Right now I'm hoping he will answer, he looks up from his phone and observes my face giving me an intense stare almost as if he is thinking.
"No, my parents but I left earlier." He says tearing his eyes away from me, he begins texting again. His not interested in talking to me or am I irritating him?.....well, I'm not the conversationalist type but you ain't going to ignore me you arse....
"You came here for some kind of vacation, or business meeting?" For that silly question he laughs lightly his right dimple curving in...cute he has dimples, wait what is wrong with me?...am I that desperate?....
"No silly, too early for a vacation and I sure do look like a teen not an adult, business meetings really?" He breaths out a laugh and turns his head towards me, his eyebrows knit together in a childish way. Every time he moves his mouth I get confused on what to look at, his straight perfect white teeth that I wish I had or his attractive mouth watering pink lips. I quickly clear my throat my cheeks flushing of embarrassment
"Erh, well you never know." I breath out a shakey laugh
"I never got to know your name"
He points out as if he just had a great idea, with that I don't hesisate to tell my name.
"Its Elizabeth, but I prefer Lizzy since its more short and not royal much and yours." I smile at him and he gives me a smirk, that smirk would have made girls worship at this boys feet, at least I can control myself...I think...
"Leo, just Leo, nice meeting you Liz."
He smiles, for the first time...wait he just called me by my name...actually he shortened it adorably... My smile spreads across my face, I might look like a clown but its not me its my body reacting this way.
"Nice meeting you too, Leonardo Da Vinci." I laugh at the silly name I just called him.
"Same here, Lizard Hazard." He laughs rolling his eyes at me, I like the laughing Leo more.
"You have been thinking of calling me that ever since I told you my name right?" I laugh  softly.
"Yep." He nods popping the P.
"What brings you to America?" He asks after I gain my giggles, I stop laughing and frown. I fiddle with the collar of my jacket gulping hard. He senses my silence and furrows his eyebrows in concern.
"Oh sorry, I didn't m..."He mumbles and I quickly cut his last phrase
" No, no its ohk, its no big deal to my mom but to me it is, I'm moving into New York, creating a new start, new life, new friends well if I manage to find them, so basically I will be permanently living in New York." I mumble trying my best to hold in the acid stinging my eyes.
"I can't say sorry nor promise you that it will be fine but I can assure you that you will find friends." He says and calls the flight Attendant, that's when I realize I might be hungry

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