The Boxer And The Dancer (Michael B. Jordan)

Chapter 10

•Drea•

I Hugged My Friends As They Dropped Me Off At The Airport.

"And Get Some Dick." Keena Whispered In My Ear. "Don't Come Home If You Still A Virgin."

I Pushed Her Off Of Me, Waved Goodbye And Checked In. I Went To Baggage Claim, Printed My Ticket, Checked In All 3 Bags And Threw My Purse Over My Shoulder As I Went To Find My Gate. Gate B24. I Walked Until I Found A Panera Bread. I Ordered A Steak And White Cheddar Panini, A Parfait And A Passion Papaya Green Tea. I Got To My Gate And Was Luckily Able To Snatch A Seat With A Plug Nearby.

I Ate As I Scrolled Through Twitter.

Michael B. Jordan
Maybe Some Time With Her Will Clear My Head

Hmmm, I Wonder What That's About. We'll See When I Get There. I Got To The Airport At 10 And My Flight Isn't Til 12. Why I Got Here So Early, I Have No Idea. I Noticed A Man Sitting Across The Way. I Could Tell He Was Taking Pictures Of Me. I Set My Food Down And Stood Up. Walking Over To Him, I Sat Down Next To Him Smoothly.

"Can I Ask Why Your Taking Pictures Of Me?"

"You're The Girl Who Was Seen With Michael B Jordan, What's He Like?"

"Are You Paparazzi?"

"No, Im Just A Big Fan Of His."

"He's A Sweet Guy, Real Nice, He's Funny, And Well Just A Simple Dude Just Like You."

"Are You His Girlfriend?"

I Almost Snorted. "Oh No, We're Just Friends."

"You Guys Make A Cute Couple, What Do You Do?"

"I Just Work Retail, But I Dance Sometimes."

"Professionally?"

"Nah. What's Your Name?"

"Jimmy."

"Nice Meeting You Jimmy, Also It's Creeping To Sneak Pictures Of Girls."

"Oh Yeah. Sorry."

"It's Fine."

I Got Up And Went Back To My Seat. When I Say I Was Boredt, I Was Boredt Out Of My Mind. Soon I Heard "Flight 125 Chicago To Los Angeles Will Be Boarding Soon." I Got Butterflies In The Pit Of My Stomach. Honestly, I've Never Traveled Without Either My Mom Or One Of My Siblings But I Knew How This Worked. I Wasn't Going To Act Brand New.

"Now Boarding Flight 125 To Los Angeles, First Class."

I Looked At My Ticket, Getting Up And Getting In Line. The Lady Took My Ticket, Scanned And I Went Through. It Was Literally Me And One Other Person In First Class.

I Sat Back Comfortably Closing My Eyes A Bit. Soon The Plane Was Taking Off And If There Is One Thing, I Hate Take Off. It Always Puts My Stomach In A Twist. Once We Were Level And I Could Move Around, I Could Calm Down.

"Excuse Me, What's Your Name?"

I Opened My Eyes And Saw A Woman Probably In Her 40's. She Was Sitting On The Other Side But She Was Looking At Me Through Some Expensive Looking Glasses. I Definitely Did Not Belong Here.