You And Me Against The Odds

Chapter 3

YAMATO: Chapter three

Alex Carter's P.O.V

"No shit, mom?" I gasped through the phone

"Watch your words, Alexandra." She scolded

"Sorry." I muttered "But seriously?"

"Yes, you are. You don't sound excited."

"I-of course I am, mother. I'm just gonna miss London. And Caroline." I mentioned Caroline to her before, right?

"Aw, don't worry. You can always go back, you know."

"Then why do I need to go back?" I sighed.

"Because, I need to supervise you." Of course, she fucking does.

"Of course you do" I mumbled, rolling my eyes.

"What?"

"Nothing, mother. When is my flight?"

"Tomorrow late afternoon."

Woah, that's fast. I want to rant on how fast that is, and how I hate that she chose the day of the flight. But there's no use anyway.

"Okay, I'm gonna go pack my stuff"

"Bye Alex"

"Bye mother."

I walked lazily to my bed, sprawling on it. God, I'm too lazy to pack my stuff.

There's just a lot. I brought many clothes, and I bought more.

To: Caroline x

Hey Car, mother called. She booked a ticket back to Berkeley tomorrow late afternoon. I guess I can't see you no more. I'll be back. Thank you so much for everything xx

After hours of roaming around the house, do random shit, watch random shit, and pack. I finally managed to get everything done.

I pressed the lock button on my phone, checking if there's any messages from Caroline.

None.

I grabbed my towel and took a warm bath.

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I felt the cold air against my bare skin as I enter Heathrow. I mentally slapped myself for wearing a laced blouse. Bad choice, Alex. Bad choice.

It feels like a lifetime since I first got here, it feels like it's years ago. Things move too fast, doesn't it?

"Oh shit, sorry" I said when I bumped into a tall figure in front of me. I should really stop texting while walking.

He turned around, his coffee spilling over my left arm. Very hot coffee, to be specific.

"Shit" I hissed as I jerk the liquid substance away from my arm. I waved it up and down to lessen the heat.

"Hey, what the hell? Aren't you gonna say sorry or something?" I tapped on his shoulder when he turned back as if nothing happen

"Does it look like I'm going to?" He said with a smile.

"You're so rude" I narrowed my eyes at him

"I'll take that as a compliment, thanks" He smiled at me and continued walking the other way.

"Douche" I mumbled as I grabbed my trolley and walked to the waiting area.

After I finish reading the random book I bought at the book store last week, my flight was being called through the airport speakers.

"Thank you." I smiled at the flight attendant as she led me to my designated seat.