I walked back to my seat from the bathroom to see Stacy asleep and Trent gazing out of the window. Sometimes, I don't even know if this guy is for real.
I pulled out my phone and listened to my music till I fell asleep.
I was walking, walking on the sidewalk next the a car wreck. I suddenly see a body bag laying all alone. I open the bag to see Ruby's dead face. I look at her eyes as if I was waiting for something to happen.
Her eyes opened, but all I saw was black. I turned to run away, but Ruby grabbed my arm and yelled, "YOU DID THIS! YOU DID THIS! I TRUSTED YOU AND YOU DID THIS!"
That's when I woke up, screaming. It woke everyone else up too. Stacy put her arms around me and held me tight. A million flight attendants came running to my side but Stacy waved them away.
''It was Ruby. Ruby...was...is....dead" I whispered
"Shhh...It's okay. You're fine." Stacy held me tighter and whispered back more comforting words in hopes I would calm down. But I couldn't really calm down, I acted as if I did, for Stacy's sake.
The flight was soon over and I was able to exit the plane with everyone staring me down. I hate airplanes.
Once we reached the airport Trent began talking up a storm again, "When we reach the beach house, I'll take you for a tour around Cabo San Lucas, it's really beautiful, the water is so blue and the sand beneath your feet is so- "
"Trent, I think Jess and I need a nap first." Stacy said abruptly, then batted her eyes and smile at Trent.
"Why of course! You two are probably really tired after our long journey"
Stacy and I both knew that he was talking about my nightmare epidemic.
We both didn't appreciate it.
After waiting in line at customs with everyone else on our flight whispering about my accident. I just tuned everyone out like I do with Trent. We reach the front of the line and Trent went with Stacy to the lady at the customs desk, together, gross.
When it was my turn, I walked with the feeling that everyone was watching me. Ugh.
When I reached the lady at the desk, I handed her my passport and all she did was look up at me and laugh.
"What is so funny ma'am?" I said a little insulted and defiantly.
"Do you want to be in Cabo?" She asked with a thick Mexican accent.
"Um, yeah, why else would I be here?" I said slightly agitated.
"Because your Amiga wants you here." She said pointing to Stacy, then to Trent. Both slightly talking to each other across the room, paying no attention to me. "He doesn't though."
"Yeah, I know. He only pretends to like me. For Stacy."
"I had a feeling he did. And why is everyone else staring at you too? You kind of celebrity? ."
I chuckled, "I guess you could say that. I made scene on the plane and I still don't think everyone has moved on from it completely."
She gave me a funny look, "Did you pee you pants?"
I laughed, "That would've been a lot better then what really happened."
"Oooohhhh. Aye! I keep you here too long."
She picked up my passport and handed me back the paper I filled out on the plane.
"Good luck Jessica. And welcome to Cabo." She said as I walked away.
I should've said thank you, I should've asked for her name, I should've said something as I walked away. But I didn't. But she seemed like the only person in the world I could really talk to.
"What took you so long?" Stacy said.
"Computer errors." I lied.
Trent piped up, "Let us go!" He led to the way to luggage, then to a prepaid taxi.
It was a short distance to beach house, but it seemed a lot longer because of Trent's chattering. He was still excited about the kiss.
We arrived at the house, it was beautiful. It was enormously large and very well furnished. Everything was perfectly clean and there was a lot of purple. Stacy's favorite color.
"Oh how lovely, Trent. It's so purple. My favorite color." Stacy said, hinting to me that she absolutely hated it. I laughed, I shouldn't have, but I laughed.
"So you love it?" Trent asked curiously. This guy is so predictable.
"Oh of course I do. Why wouldn't I? So much of the exact same color." She said it so sarcastically that Trent didn't catch it.
Sometimes I feel like I should feel bad for Trent. But that's not going to happen.
Trent gave us a tour of his abnormally large beach house. Yes, ABNORMALLY, large.
He had just begun to give us tour of the house when I realized I had to go to the bathroom. I headed to the nearest one, which, there was many. I opened it to find a man looking at himself in the mirror.
He had thick brown hair shaped upward in a new kind of hairstyle. He had brown eyes and was beginning to grow a beard. He was hot.
The man looked at me through the mirror and said rudely, "I'm sorry, is my use of the bathroom interrupting your intrusion?" He had a thick British accent. Dang, hot. But I did not appreciate the comment he just gave me. And I was about to let him know.
"Hey," I said sharply "It was an accident. And oh yes, please forgive me for ruining your, oh-so-precious mirror time."
He glared at me, then proceeded to say, "Who are you and what are you doing here anyway?"
"Me? Oh just a person waiting for some idiot to quit hogging the bathroom."
"You could've at least knocked!"
"Yes, because I totally knew you were in here. Maybe you should put up a sign: ATTENTION: IMPORTANT BONDING TIME COMEMNCING BETWEEN MAN AND MIRROR. STAY AWAY AT ALL COSTS."
"I least I care about how I look." He said looking down at my saggy sweatshirt and fairly old skinny jeans.
I was about to snap back when Trent decided to cut in.
At first he yelled, as if he was angry, "Hey! You two..." then awkwardly softened his voice back to its normal overly cheery voice. "Have met! Derek meet Stacy's friend, Jessica, Jessica meet my cousin, Derek."
"Well, I would say it's nice to meet you, but I would be lying." I said between my teeth.
"It's a pleasure," He paused, "to leave this atrocious conversation." Derek said back as he hastily walked in the opposite direction.
"Jerk." I said under my breath and stormed into another bathroom. There is already too many bad memories in the other for me to go into again.
After I was done and still cooling off from my encounter with Sir Ego, I bumped into Stacy.
"What was all that fighting about? Who was it with?"
"Some idiot named Derek. I'm tired, I'll have to tell you later."
"Derek? He's hot. And British. Even more hot."
"Stacy! You have a boyfriend!"
"Not for me, you!"
"Yeah, well he's the last person on this planet I would ever want to go out with."
"Fine! You're missing out."
I walked to my bedroom, which, Stacy already picked out for me.
I collapsed on my bed, fully clothed and extremely exhausted. It just it seemed to go by so quickly that I just couldn't really handle it.
I fall asleep to the thought of being home. Being home. Not here, anywhere but here.
