Magic In Majorca. Just a Fling Or Something More? [Student/Teacher]

Chapter One: A Winter Break In Majorca

Chapter One:

A Winter Break In Majorca

The crowded airport was buzzing with noise; a mixture of excitement and frustration as people queued waiting to either check in or grab some last minute things before jetting off to the wonderfully diverse places available around the world. I watched with amusement as families tried desperately to stay together, elderly couples turning their noises up at the rowdy teenagers and loud children, hoping frantically that they wouldn’t be stuck near any of them. A small smile snuck its way across my lips as I thought about my impending flight; my parents had decided last minute to take up my aunt and uncle on their offer for us to visit them in Majorca for Christmas. When my parents had told me, I freaked out: I had exams less than two weeks after we got back, I didn’t have time for a holiday. I had to revise! Of course, they managed to persuade me that it would be good, promising to make sure I study for at least an hour a day, but I had my doubts.

My eyes wondered around some more before settling on a pair of light blue eyes, belonging to a incredibly hot guy. I honestly wanted to lick my lips he was that hot. His blonde hair was short but long at the front, his fringe creeping into his eyes so that he had to flick his head to move it out the way. Thankfully he hadn’t noticed my staring, so I continued. Enjoying the view as naughty thoughts danced in my mind, lighting a fire of desire within me that was getting hotter and hotter. I bit my lip, trying to stop the thoughts from taking a hold over my body, I froze, lip still between teeth as his gaze snapped to mine. A smirk spread across his lips, making him even hotter than before. My toes curled in my black Converse high tops as we stared at each other, his smirk widened as I raked my eyes up and down his toned physique; his tight top doing nothing to hide his taught muscles. I shook my head, trying to physically shake the thoughts out of my head. Get a grip on yourself, woman! I thought to myself, narrowing my eyes at him as he looked at me with an amused look, he knew exactly what he’d done to me. I felt anger boil through me as I realised exactly what type of person he was. Someone I avoided as much as possible, players were far too much work, drama and heartache.

I was thankful when I heard my flight being called out, nudging my mom and dad as we picked up our bags and headed to our gate. I didn’t even turn to look at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. I was eternally grateful that I would never have to see him again. The one good thing about airports; the chances of seeing anyone again is incredibly slim.  

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I checked my ticket twice. Hoping with everything in me that the seat number would change, hoping that I’d just imagined it, that it wasn’t 14B because sat in 14A was the most angry looking child I’ve ever seen. His mother stared at me, looking down at her ticket before staring at me.

“Wanna swap?” I asked, hoping that her motherly instinct would make her agree, but from the wide smile that had spread across her face there was no hope in hell that she was going to agree. I gulped as she shook her head, an evil smirk spread across her lips. I looked back at the kid and felt my face shift into an expression of pure horror; in the period of two minutes, he’d already poured his drink on my seat and had started playing his Nintendo at full volume. I glared at the boy, turning my gaze to the mother, who just laughed at me as she got comfortable in her seat, away from the evil child.

I looked around, trying to find an air hostess, hoping to get a blanket to place on the now wet and sticky seat. The air hostess nearest to me gave me a look of pure sympathy as she passed me two spare blankets, smiling at the boy.

“Hello Ned.” She greeted, my mouth opened in shock. He was known by the staff?! This was only going to get worse. Ned grunted in reply, to focused on his game. “Please don’t throw up on the young lady, I’d really appreciate not having to clean up after.” I stared at the air hostess, begging with my eyes for her to tell me she was joking or that she’d move me to another seat. I honestly felt like crying as she walked away, her face beaming in amusement.