My Fav. Bitch

Chapter One: Hot and Sexy Friend

Jose Marti International Airport

Krystal Ruiz

"God, I'm gonna kill this useless friend of me." I muttered as I picked my phone to call her for the umpteenth time today. "Ella, for crying out loud, how could you do-" I blurted out as soon as she picked my call after numerous rings.

"K, I'm so sorry. I just finished my shoot. I'm on way. I'll receive any punishment from you. Bye!  Love ya!" She said, all in one breath and ended the call without letting me put in a word.

I sighed and pulled my suitcase with me to a seat. Yep, you guesses right. I'm totally at an airport, Jose Marti International Airport at Cuba, to be exact. And my apparently useful best friend is keeping me waiting here when clearly; she made promise not to tour Cuba on my own. She promised to be my tour guide right from airport. And here we are, touring I guess.

I feel like I'm gonna die here. When is she gonna show up exactly? I've been sitting here for what seems like hours. I decided to take a walk around the airport with my suitcase, of course. I brought out my newest model of DSCR camera and took pictures. It would be better than sitting idly, which is insane.

'Click, click and click' I took pictures of anything, something. Lord, I'm bored.

Just when I was about to go take a seat again, I was bumped into by someone. My camera in hand went smash unto the floor.

What the camera? I continued staring at the camera on the floor. I gritted my teeth. "That wouldn't have happened if you weren't in the way."

I stopped staring at my camera and slowly turned to the source of that statement. He stood there, clad in a Marion pants and standard white shirt, hands in pocket, a grey over-coat and fashioned sunglasses. He looked his mid-twenties.

"Maybe if you were looking your  way, you would've avoided this." He raised his brow and looked at me like I had grown two heads. He turned to a man beside him. The man looked his early thirty, clad in black suit.

"Take care of the mess." The older man stepped closer and handed me an envelope, containing some money I assumed. I looked the man up and down. The younger one was on the phone when I looked his direction. I picked up my camera turned pieces.

"Saying sorry would have been a perfect to avoid this too." He ended his call and glared at me. I glared back. We only broke the glaring contest when I heard someone call my name.

Ella.

Finally!!!

"Krystal!" She called, running to me, dodging reporters and fans. I turned just in time to get crushed in a hug. I crackled immediately, all tension from before leaving my body. I missed her so much.

"Goodness! Look at you! You've gotten real hot and sex-" I quickly  covered her mouth with my palm before she spurt more nonsense.

I rolled my eyes. She's acting like she hasn't seen me since forever when she left NY for her shoot just last week. Trust Ella to make spectacles.

"Stop it, Ella."

"Well, I just wanted them to notice your body." Like I said, trust Ella to make spectacles.

I shook my head, a grin plastered on my face.

"What? You look hot though. Even that guy is checking you out." She said, in a tight whisper.

I whirled around to find that jerk looking at me, more like checking me out. He looked up and smirked at me.

"Let's go, girl. I've lots of places to show you."