The gun guy

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“Yes mom, I will text you when I land” I am an almost 20 years old daughter, who’s mother still worries about every single thing. “No, you will call me when you land” my mom said worriedly. “Chill mom, it’s gonna be okay, I’m with Claire, remember” . “Yes Elena, I know that you’re with Claire, I’m just worried” when my mom says my name, she’s serious. “Its going to be okay Ms. Wilson” Claire said while she grabbed her suitcases. We said my mom goodbye and checked our tickets. We went to Starbucks. Claire got her usual coffee and I got my favorite Chai latte. It was 02:00 am, and we got in our plane. Claire and I are best friend since high school, I love her so much. Claire is 2 months older than me. We are going to Italy together. We always wanted to go to Europe, and now we are finally going for a whole month. Claire wants me to meet someone, cause I’m still a virgin. I had a boyfriend two months ago, Daniël, but we broke up after one month because he only wanted s*x, and he thinks he can have everything he wants because he is rich. I want to be a lawyer. Ever since I watched the serial How to get away with murder, I want to be a lawyer, that’s how I became a law student. Claire is a typical mean girl from the in and out side, but I love her tho, she doesn’t really have future plans. Her parent are rich and has their own company. My parents are divorced, I just live with my mom, she is a nurse. I don’t know where my father is, he just left us. We finally made it to our plane seats. “Do you want your blanket?” Claire asked. “Yes, please, it’s freezing here next to the window.” I said in a shivered way. “Too late, I already sit” Claire said, what a b***h. I got up and grabbed the blanket myself. When I was about to sit down I saw a man in a black hoodie and black jeans, damn what a hotty. But something wasn’t right, cause I saw a f*****g gun in his pocket. How did the customs not see that. Although it's hard to see the gun because he had it well hidden in his pocket. My eyes are just really good. Suddenly he looked back at me and we stared in each other’s eyes. He has beautiful blue green eyes. He gave me a cocky smile, but I couldn’t smile back because the gun was still in my head. I gave him an angry face back. He knew that I knew, because of my angry face. He just gave me a wink, a freaking wink, is this guy for real. He sat down to his seat, his seat was in the middle row and my seat was in the right row by the window. His seat was only 2 seats before mine. So basically we sat diagonally across from each other. I wasn’t planning on sitting back to my seat, I have to inform the customs. “ Claire, I’m going to the toilet” I informed her, “Already” Claire said but I ignored her, I walked past the seat of the handsome gun guy, but he wasn’t there. I got scared and I almost ran to the custom who was about to close the door of the plane. Someone grabbed my arm and pulled me in the toilet, locked the door and pushed me against the wall. I looked in his beautiful eyes. It was the gun guy.
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