Read My Lips

Chapter Nine

Well today was the day that Christina headed to New York. After her horrible conversation with Dean, she locked herself in her apartment and never came out. She had no idea why Dean reacted the way he did. Boyfriend? Where would he get that from? Yesterday when she got texted it was never Dean, apologizing for doing and saying what he did, but actually Annabelle or Ryan. She smiled as she thought about him. She found it really sweet when he came and visited her yesterday morning. They talked in the lounge area of her apartment lobby for hours and he said he was gonna miss her and wish Dean and her a safe trip. Now here was Christina all lone in the waiting area, trying to pass time until they called her plane. Every now and then she would glance at the entrance of the airport, hoping it was Dean with his bags, but all she could do was hope. Her phone vibrated in her small purse that was clutched in her hand. It was Ryan:
Hey Chris. Are you on the plane yet?
She replied:
No, why you ask?
He didn't reply back and she frowned at her phone screen in confusion before placing it back into her purse.

Stupid, that's what Dean was just plain old stupid. Dean realized his mistake when Annabella called him and asked if he and Christina were on the plane.
"What are you talking about?" Dean asked. "Christina had gotten two tickets for both you and her to fly to New York. She wanted you to meet her family." "Why didn't she take her boyfriend?" Dean asked, bitterness leaking from his voice. Annabella sighed. "She doesn't have a boyfriend. That guy you saw her with was a friend she met recently. She doesn't think of him like that." "How would you know?" Dean challenged. "Because she likes you, you fucking retard! She told me herself last night. Do you know how devastated she was about what happened?" Dean banged his head against the headboard of his bed. Why did he always make the stupidest things. "And if you touch Christina again," Annabella began, "you're gonna get knocked the hell out."
Here Dean was, laying in his bed and looking up at the ceiling of his apartment like the moron he was. He phone started beeping from his bedside table. It was a text from Christina:
Hey, just wanted to let you know that I'm at the airport. They haven't called the plane yet and I still have your ticket you change your mind. Whatever I did I truly am sorry. Please talk to me.
Dean gripped his phone tightly, and squeezed his eyes shut trying not to cry. You better not, he told himself. If you start crying......Dean's eyes snapped open and he threw his phone back onto the small table beside his bed. He started to pack. There was no way he was letting Christina board that plane without him.

20 minutes had passed and Christina was still feeling like crap. Not even the thought of seeing her family again made her cheer up. She could still feel Dean's fingerprints on her left cheek and from yesterday to today it had changed from a tomato red to a clear sky blue. She felt someone sit in a seat next to her, but she kept her head in her hands. When the person tapped her shoulder, she looked up and dropped her jaw. "Surprise!" She leaped out of her seat and hugged Ryan. She pulled away and gave him a look as if asking, what are you doing here? "I thought I would come see you off. I haven't seen you since yesterday morning and I was planning on hanging out with you, but you wouldn't come out of your apartment." Christina's face flushed. "Are you okay?" Christina nodded before tucking some hair behind her left ear. Ryan's eyes bulged before he unintentionally grabbed Christina's face roughly, examining her cheek. "What the fuck," he mumbled. A mom who was walking by with her husband and daughter, covered her child's ears. "Language young man," she scolded. "Go fall in a ditch somewhere," he spat. She gasped before looking at her husband for support. He just kept on walking not wanting to fight his wife's battles especially not with someone as intimidating as Ryan. The mom shot a glare at Ryan before grabbing her daughter's arm and yanking her away to follow her coward of a husband. Ryan turned Christina's face so that they were eye to eye. "Who did that?" He sneered. His grip was starting to hurt so Christina tapped his hands a couple of times. He didn't get her intentions at first, but when she saw that his hands were making her face red in different places, he let go. Christina looked away, not wanting to give Dean away. It was just in the heat of the moment, Dean didn't mean to do it, right? He was just angry, about what, Christina had no idea, but whatever. "Flight 1215 to Brooklyn, New York is now boarding." "Well it's time to go. They just called your plane," Ryan said. Christina mentally thanked the person on the intercom for saving her from an interrogation. Both her and Ryan rose to their feet at the same time. They hugged for a while, before a last call came over the intercom. "Make sure to text me," Ryan told her and she nodded without hesitation. She grabbed her purse and heading toward the 1215 gate. She stole a glance over her shoulder and saw Ryan was grinning at her, but there was something about that smile that seemed sad. She was gonna miss him too, but she was gonna miss Dean most of all. She hated the fact they she was leaving in this condition. She dug her fingernails into her palm and forced herself not to cry. She nodded a greet to the flight attendant before handing her her ticket. "Thank you for flying with us," the attendant said before gesturing Christina inside. She took her seat and took deep breaths to calm herself down. She didn't want to make a scene in front of all these strangers and on a plane for heaven's sake.

Dean finally arrived at the airport. Traffic was a bitch. He found a worker and walked up to him. "Has the New York plane took flight yet?" He asked. The worker gave him an apologetic smile. "The gates are about to close in literally seconds. You can try and catch it," the worker explaining pointing to the 1215 gate. Dean literally had to run, but the fate was slowly starting to close. "Wait!" he shouted, but the attendant walking inside and the gates sealed shut. He felt deflated. He walked up to the huge windows that gave him a perfect view of the New York plane. He dropped his suitcases and watched the plane take flight into the sky with a defeated look. Someone came and stood beside him. "Sorry about missing your flight buddy," the man said, clapping Dean on the shoulder. It was the same man that was talking to Christina yesterday morning. He was no longer upset with the man, but at himself for being so jealous and letting that jealousy overtake him to a point where he pushed Christina away. He pressed his forehead against the glass and watched at the plane slowly disappeared into the sky. "When you get back Christina," Dean whispered so low that even the man beside him couldn't hear, "things will be better. Have a safe trip."