Checking in was relatively stress free, however that didn’t stop me from taking two anti-anxiety pills whilst waiting in the Jetstar lounge. My McDonalds fries lay untouched in my lap as I watched the people around me flit about, trying to get their belongings sorted out. Some people had small children, and others, mostly businessmen, appeared alone. Knowing my luck, I would get stuck near a screaming child or heavily obese man, and I wasn’t really looking forward to that. I threw my fries into the bin to my left as a nauseated feeling spread though my body.
“Jetstar flight 402 to Sydney will now begin boarding,” announced a loud, prissy female voice. I rolled my eyes as people bustled around me; parents attempting to reign in their wild children, grandmas reapplying their lipstick, and myself grabbing my small carry on, and heading straight for the gate. Maybe if I was one of the first to get on, I could get myself settled, before a complete stranger would begin invading my personal space for 2 hours.
The woman at the desk looked like a bitch; her glittery pink manicured hands snatched my passport and boarding pass out of my hand and she scanned them onto the computer, clicking her ridiculous nails along the keys.
“Miss, you’ve been upgraded to first class, by a woman by the name of Emma. Follow the hall straight down and the air hostess will give you directions,” she droned, and I smiled as I snatched back my items. Mum. Mum had upgraded me to first class, thank the lord. Now at least I would have my own personal space. I sauntered down the corridor, shortly arriving at the plane door.
“Good afternoon and welcome to Jetstar,” smiled a pretty blonde. Her hand was outstretched and I showed her my ticket, her expression becoming confused as she realised where I was sitting. “Just to the left and you’re in the middle row,” she smiled again, pointing. Nodding in thanks, i began to locate my seat.
I shoved my bag in the overhead compartment before climbing onto the surprisingly comfortable seat. There was a small TV in the wall encasing me and a remote in a holder on the side of my armrest. It was attached to a small cord, and I began pressing the buttons. One began the TV, one turned on the air con, and one turned on the light.
A few people had entered the first class cabin after me, but it didn’t seem busy. The remote to control my little room thing was quite cool, and it fascinated me. I pressed another random button, and suddenly the small partition between my seat and the person on the other side began to descend. No, no, no. I clicked the button again, in the hopes it would go back up, but to no avail. I felt my face flush as a wavy haired boy stared back at me, confusion flooding his face.
“Shit, I’m really sorry,” I mumbled, fiddling with the remote. The boy began to chuckle, and his laugh caught me off guard. He looked masculine; he was extremely muscular which was evident from his tank top, and he had a little stubble covering his chin. His laugh, however, was cheeky, and to be fair, downright adorable. Had the circumstances been different, I probably would have laughed along with him, but I was too mortified to even crack a smile.
“Its fine, really, it is. I’m Ashton,” He confidently said, as he smiled at me. His smile wasn’t perfect, it was slightly crooked, but it suited him well. He told me he was in Melbourne for some meetings with his band, and introduced me to his bandmates, and coincidentally, best friends. There was Calum, a smiley boy who joked about a lot, Michael, who had blue hair and was playing some sort of portable video game, (“He’s a bit nerdy,” Ashton had whispered when Mikey, as they called him, put his earphones in) and Luke, a tall blonde boy with a lip piercing. There was also Erin, Luke’s girlfriend, who was stunning with light brown hair and green eyes.
I felt bad; I’d met all these people and he’d told me all about him; about how his parents weren’t together and he had two younger siblings, and that he didn’t want to go back to school in a few weeks. I felt sort of obliged to tell him about myself, so I told him things too. I told him my parents weren’t together either, and that I was moving to Sydney to go to boarding school; a boarding school that I was soon notified that him and his bandmates all attended.
It frightened me to think this gorgeous boy would be attending my school along with his attractive 3 friends and one of their beautiful girlfriends; but at the same time it made my stomach do flip-flops to think I could potentially be spending more time him.
I chatted with Erin too, who was quite shy but hilariously awkward, like me. She told me a little about the school; about the fact that they didn’t wear uniforms and that most of the teachers were easy going. There were certain rules, places you couldn’t go after certain times but overall, the idea of boarding school suddenly didn’t seem that bad at all.
