Sometimes Things End Right

Sometimes You Meet Somebody New

Annabeth

My suitcase wobbled behind me as I hurried through the airport. My cup of Dr. Pepper shook in my hand as I quickly dodged the people around me. My ice had melted a while ago, and honestly, I don't even know why I still held the room-temperature cup of soda; probably because it had cost so much. My cellphone was in between my cup and my hand, and my head whipped back and forth wildly, looking for which signs I was supposed to follow for my boarding gate.

"Hey, watch it," An older man grumbled at me as I swerved around him and his elderly wife. I muttered an apology and continued forward, keeping my eyes out for the correct boarding gate.

My gate came quicker than I anticipated. There was a long line of people, and my eyes were still roaming the signs hanging from the ceiling. I didn't even see the line of people.

And just with my luck, my piece of crap suitcase rolled onto its side as soon as I ran into somebody in line. The wheel must have popped off on contact, too, because my suitcase made a loud thump, and the whole thing skidded. I tried to move quickly, but of course I spilled the cup of lukewarm soda.

I bit my lip and tried my absolute hardest not to scream in frustration. The line of people I had run into was a flurry of groaning faces, annoyed eye rolls, and just movement. I scrambled to collect my cell phone and my luggage while random hands reached all around me to help pick up my scattered possessions.

"I am so sorry," I muttered, dabbing my shirttail at my drenched phone. I really, really wanted to scream. I clicked the home button on my phone hoping it would turn on, but even my own phone wasn't on my side.

It seemed like nothing was on my side today.

"-soda everywhere," A voice above me was growling. I grabbed my boarding pass from the ground and stood up, swiping at my knees.

My first thought was that the voice was right. There was soda everywhere. The floor was covered in puddles of Dr. Pepper, and at least three people were covered in soda. One woman was shaking her head and walking towards the bathroom, a little girl with splashes of soda was being pulled to the side by her mother, and a guy still stood above me, grumbling into his phone about his shirt being ruined by soda.

My second thought was just how gorgeous the guy standing in front of me was. He was tall, stood above me, and wore a plain gray t-shirt with a giant splash of Dr. Pepper on the front of it. His hair was dark, almost black, and he had on black sweatpants with another giant splash of soda to match the one on his shirt. When I finally made eye contact with him, he looked absolutely pissed.

"Look, I have to go," He snapped into his phone while still staring right at me, "I'll call you when we land."

The guy didn't even wait for whoever was on the phone to reply. He ended the call and shoved his phone into his sweatpants' pocket and turned his attention to his soaked shirt.

"I'm so sorry," I said, turning my phone in my hand. "My suitcase's wheel popped off, and I ran into the line-,"

"Yeah, I was there," He snorted. He shook his head and pulled at his shirt's wet spot and groaned. "I need to change. I can't get on the flight like this."

"I'm really sorry," I apologized again. Probably because I didn't know what else to say to the guy. He was gorgeous, and though my accident hadn't put any damper on his looks, I still had nothing else to say to him. "It was an accident."

His head snapped up from looking down at his shirt to make eye contact with me again. His eyes were super green, and framed by dark lashes. His eyebrows came together in thought as he looked at me. He gave me a weird look for a moment, and I stood there awkwardly.