No Envy (One Direction)

Chapter One

 Rosalyn

“Bye!” I say, squeezing Mayra tightly. She's crying.

“We were supposed to do this together!” she wails, clutching me like I'm her lifeline. I pat her back, not really knowing what else to do.

“Sorry?” I say. “I'll miss you.” She finally lets go of me, and sniffs.

“Bye” she says, her voice shaking. “Text me and stuff.” And then she turns around and walks back to the car, where my parents are waiting for her.

I turn around myself, and walk into the airport.

We've got a private jet, for everyone in my group. But I won't know what group I'm in till I get there. I'll just know who else is in it with me.

Who else I have to beat.

Not that it'll be hard. I can beat everyone, hands-down.

After going through all the boring baggage stuff, then the security stuff, an airport official leads me to a private boarding area, where there's a man waiting for me.

“Hi” he says gruffly. “I'm Clay. I work with NBC. You're Rosalyn Pike?”

“Uhm, yeah” I say. “Where are the people in my group?”

“You're the first one we're picking up” Clay says. “We're flying to Georgia next, for a Brianna Trainer.”

“Oh” I say. “We're picking up everyone individually?”

“Yes” Clay says. “It's time to go. You're late.” He takes off for the gate, leaving me to struggle to catch up.

-

Empty planes are strange, I decide, about two minutes into the flight. It's only going to take about an hour, so there's no point in trying to sleep or anything. And the plane is empty.

It's like a normal plane, only it's just the first class section. There are twenty seats, one of which Clay is sitting in. He's asleep.

So I just listen to music, until we land in Atlanta, Georgia.

-

“Hi” says Brianna Trainer, and she sits down next to me. “Nice to meet you. “I'm Brianna.” Some other guy from NBC is talking to Clay. Brianna and her NBC guy just boarded, and now the plane isn't nearly as weird.

“Nice to meet you” I say. “I'm Rosalyn.” She slides her luggage under her seat, and then looks at me. She's got pretty brown hair and blue-green eyes.

“Your favorite?” she asks unexpectedly.

“Niall” I say, knowing what she's talking about. She grins.

“Liam” she says. “I guess we didn't get chosen with our favorites.”

“'Cause some dork put 'all of them'” I say, and Brianna laughs.

“I like you, Rosalyn” she says. “Friends?”

“Friends” I agree. “Where are we going next?”

“Vermont” she says. “Two hours.”

“Sweet” I say. “Who are we picking up?”

“Two girls” she says. “Jemmalie and Sierra.”

“Who names their kid Jemmalie?” I ask. Brianna snorts.

“A very cruel parent” she says. “I think I'd just die if that was my name.”

I like this girl already.

-

Jemmalie Katola is indeed a dork. She tries to sit next to Brianna, who sends her across the plane. Sierra Hawley seems . . . interesting. She's dressed in all black, and she doesn't event try to sit with us. She sits in the back and plugs some music into her ears. Brianna and I just share a quick glance, and get back to our conversation.