I'm Cupid Stupid

Falling in love is dying by the Cupid's bow.

-Michael Bassey

Song| Breathe by Mako

You know that beautiful time of the year? The one filled with hope, love, new possibilities and beginnings?

Fuck it. Fuck it all the way to the North Pole and back.

As billions enjoyed and celebrated the New year with friends, family and all sorts of inanimate objects I spent it screaming at the Security Detail with the big black sunglasses from the London City Airport who still had not stopped manhandling me, by the way.

"Let me go, this instant!" I said for the fifty-ith time.

"Just a couple of more meters to go." he said, his voice low making me question whether he was talking to me or himself.

"This is preposterous!" I yelped, "I have rights!"

"You also have a watch," he shrugged, not at all bothered by me. "Maybe next time use it, so you're not late and miss your flight."

He plopped me down, outside the glass doors of the airport. Was it my fault I had missed the flight? Yes. Had I made a scene at the airport and been escorted away? Maybe. Was I going to admit it to buff sunglasses dude? Never.

Before I could say anything a voice spoke from next to me, "Be nice now, James. That's no way to talk to a lady." A tall guy, maybe 20, about 6 feet tall with platinum blonde hair and clear blue eyes said. His skin was pale and he was smirking. He looked like a fucking Calvin Klein model.

"Missed your flight again, Cam?" Sunglasses dude (James) said. "This is the third in the last two months, I'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose."

"You always were a smart one." The model's smirk grew.

"Okay, I apologize for the delay," Hurried a young women in a pencil skirt and an airline uniform, "I am from the airline you both had booked seats with." She clarified looking at the model and myself. Her eyes stopped on him and gasped. 

Like he was used to reactions like this he flashed her a heart breaking smile. I rolled my eyes.

"Rachel." the boy said, "You were saying?"

"Oh, yes." she said flustered, "We would first of all like to thank you for booking seats with us. We understand that you missed your flight and as there are no other flight available for another," she stared at her watch, "12 hours. The airline is providing you with a room in a hotel to stay in."

"How nice of you Rachel." The boy said.

"Oh, it's my pleasure..."

"Cameron Woods." he grinned.

"I'm Bella Williams." I said making everyone suddenly look at me. "What's the name of the hotel?"

"Oh, The Braxton, which is on-"

"I know where it is," I said turning to take my luggage from James. "I live here."

"Very well," Rachel said, "But there is just one thing."

I looked at her, "Will it possibly make this situation any worse than it already is?"

"Um, yes?" she asked.

"Ecstatic." I said, "You know what? I don't want to know, can I please have the room number and such?"

"The Hotel is waiting for you," Rachel said reluctantly, "And the cab there will take the two of you."