The Beauty and the Inked

Four: the Plane Ride part II

My palms were sweating... what should I do? Should I stay like this all throughout the flight? But that's not a good idea. But what should I do? Should I say hi to him or what? Why am I freaking out? I'm not even sure if it was really him, though his voice, his accent... I cannot be mistaken. I can hear him tapping his fingers somewhere, and he was humming.

Breathe in, breathe out...

I slowly look up, and then lay my back on the seat. I acted as if I didn't notice him, act better, Yssa. My mind should really shut the hell up, wait... does my brain have a mouth? Ugh. This is freaking the hell out of me. I confirmed my doubt; I took a glance to the person next to me. He was already looking at me, he is looking at me? I looked away; I don't want to hold his gaze for long. The embarrassment I felt before slowly resurfaces.

"Hey," I heard him, or maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me. I look at him, and then he smiled. His tongue was resting behind his teeth and his eyes were fixated on mine.

“Hey," my voice was small. I tried to smile, but it instead I bit my lower lip.

"Are you following me?"

What?

What did he say? What the hell?! I was seriously offended by his words. This demigod, I mean guy, needs some manners to learn. My nervousness instantly turns into anger.

"Excuse me?" is what all I manage to say, folded my arms on my chest. I should have said many things, but I can't put my thoughts into words.

"We keep on seeing each other around,” he said plainly.

"So what? Excuse me again, but I think that's rude. You can't just ask people if they're following you… I mean, I don't follow you. It's just that everywhere I go you always show up!" I hissed.

Who the hell he thinks he is?! Maybe... "Maybe you're the one who's following me! You creep," I shuffle back to my seat. I kept on reminding myself internally not to make a scene.

“Okay... I'm sorry," he almost whispered. I want to hear it, louder.

“What?"

“I said I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted."

"Hah," he was smiling. Okay, he's handsome and very, very attractive but that's not a valid reason for being such a jerk.

"Jerk," I muttered under my breath, I plugged my headphones and shut him out; hoping the rest of my flight will be peaceful.

So maybe Zack isn’t just a toffee-nosed kind of person, but also a jerk. What other kind of attitudes are hidden under his inked skin? I should really not worry or think about this guy. I drift off to sleep.