sa·dist
ˈsādist/
noun
a person who derives pleasure, especially sexual gratification, from inflicting pain or humiliation on others.
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Milah Mcconaughey is a 16 year old girl who has everything she ever thought she needed. Parents, friends, good e...
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We're thirty minutes into the plane ride, and I already felt the tension. How am I supposed to stay cool during all of this?!
"I have to admit, I'm surprised your parents let you come with me." Jared said, turning to me, smiling.
I crossed my arms, shrugging. "Yeah, me too."
"Are you okay? You look uncomfortable." He said, putting his hand on my upper arm, making my heart race even more than it already was.
"I just don't really like airplanes..." I said, closing my eyes to try and block out the sound of the engine.
"Hey, don't worry. Nothing will happen, trust me." Jared's soft but raspy voice said, rubbing my arm. On any other occasion I would have told him to leave me alone, but right now I'd take any sort of comfort from anybody.
I let out a small breath, opening my eyes, turning my head to Jared, who's deep blue eyes were looking straight at me, sending a shiver down my spine.
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And he was right. The time in the plane flew by fast, as I managed to fall asleep, head on Jared's shoulder. Occasionally I would wake up to sit up, but he would just pull me back down and tell me not to worry about it. On a normal day I would tell him to screw off, but I was so drained that I figured it wouldn't hurt.
Soon enough, Jared woke me up, telling me that we were here. In Italy. The dream place that I always wanted to go to. I grinned, putting on my seat belt for the landing.
The landing was slightly bumpy, but overall the ride was good. Still doesn't mean I'm not scared of planes anymore.
Once the plane came to a complete stop, after a few minutes everyone started taking their bags out of the cubby, and walking out of the plane. I was walking in front of Jared, holding my carry on backpack, walking out of the plane.
I grinned, turning around to look at Jared. "We're here!" I said, giggling slightly.
"We sure are." Jared said, smiling. "I have to warn you, there is probably going to be paparazzi waiting for us. They'll be persistent, and they'll want you to answer questions. Just keep your head down and walk fast." He hands me a pair of sunglasses, making me snort. "You have to wear them." He puts on a pair of his own, before taking my hand and continuing to walk.
