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Chapter three

A Flight of

Nonsense and Embarrassment

I was at peace inside the plane. Something about being there felt safe. I settled in, and decided not to think of my mother anymore. I wanted to enjoy my flight with no panic attacks involved. After all, I didn’t have a real reason to be nervous; my little thought of something bad happening was probably just a last minute scare.

I sat comfortably on the outside seat, of row number 32, because sitting by the window made me nauseous. I had a three person aisle all to myself that morning. It felt like a miracle; I always had to sit next to the most agitating people. Besides, if people sat next to us, they might have seen Bastian and that would’ve gone bad fast. I was even able to give him his own chair, although I think he enjoyed being in the warmth of my pocket a little better.

I was still so tired from waking up as early as I did; I figured I should take a nap before take off. I began to doze off calmly, until I suddenly felt a hard kick to the back of my chair, then two hard kicks, then three. I had a great urge to turn around and teach who ever was rudely kicking my seat, a lesson, but I wasn’t sure if it was intentional or not though, so I held my tongue. The kicking continued and I was enraged, but I didn’t know what to do about it. Sure it was a random thing to get ticked off about, but it was just too early in the morning for that kind of nonsense, and I have to admit, I have a strong temper.

"We have now finished boarding the plane, please buckle your seat belts, and listen to the safety instructions given by the nearest airline attendant. Thank you and have a nice flight." Spoke a cheerful voice from above.

Have a nice flight?!

Sure, babies screaming, a terrible movie playing and a person in back of me that won't stop kicking my chair long enough for me to fall asleep. This should be anything but nice.

As negative as it sounds, I really did believe the man sitting in the chair behind me had one goal in life, and that was to keep me from sleeping. But finally an hour into the flight, I was able to relax and ignore the hard thudding long enough to sleep. Bastian had done the same in the pocket of my jacket and purred as loud as an engine.

"Ms! Excuse me ms, wake up miss!!"

What? Who is a trying to… err.. wake me up?

I yawned, and kept my eyes tightly closed; trying not to pay attention to whoever’s unfriendly voice was trying to keep me from sleep.

“Excuse me would you mind waking up for just a second?” Spoke the quite agitating female voice once more.

She’s lucky there are so many witnesses keeping me from doing anything violent.

I looked up grumpily, to see a young blonde stewardess rolling her eyes at me.

"Can I help you?" I asked in a sleepy yet angry tone. I glared at her and watched as she raised her eyebrows in shock of my lack of patience, making her pale blue eyes look massive.

"The gentlemen behind you asked me to give you this." She pointed at a small white piece of paper in her hand.

“You woke me up for that?” I questioned her still grumpy as ever.

The girl practically threw the paper on my lap and stormed off to the next aisle with a frown on her pretty face. Bastian looked at me with big confused eyes, still sleepy from also just being woken up. I pushed him back in my coat pocket; worried she might see him and report me.

I glanced at her again, and watched as the stewardess’s frown dramatically altered when she arrived at a man sitting in the chair directly in front of me. Her face looked shocked, as if she’d just seen an angel or something.

I watched as she began her pathetic attempt at flirting. The man sat in his chair barely facing sideways to see her, so I couldn’t see his face or body at all.

It was still quite fun to watch though, on such an uneventful flight. She twirled her golden locks, and let out small giggles every so often. She looked dumbfounded most of the time though, like she was so taken aback by him she didn’t know what to say. The sight was humorous. After she’d finish catering to the other passengers needs, she would waltz right back to him, ever so casually to smile and giggle at his every word. I guess the other flight attendants noticed because I saw her being scolded by one of the men behind the employee curtain. I figure they told her to not go back to the man unless he asked for her assistance, so she went on her way to get him anything and everything possible.

She brought him two pillows, five drinks, a blanket, and I guessed some sort of food item. I kept trying to guess at what she could bring him next but I was never right. After about half an hour of observing the poor blonde throwing herself at the male passenger, I remembered the mysterious paper she had ferociously thrown at me.

I opened it curiously. It read;

'Hey there, I noticed you were all alone in your row, and you look like you could use someone to, keep you company. Let me know sexy,

-Ted'

I turned around to face the man behind me, by far more irritated then I had been in a long while. I eyed the pathetic man slouched in his chair. He looked to be in his mid or late forties, nearly bald, and had a smile that someone could only see on a cartoon character.

"Ugh," I shivered in disgust as I turned back around in my seat.

How pathetic are some people in this world getting??

"Gross...ugh." I couldn’t believe I was woken up for that kind of child molesting crap.

How could he even... My thoughts trailed off still disgusted by the middle aged pervert.

"Miss didn't you get my note." A rough, unsettling voice spoke into my ear. I felt a strong hand grip my small shoulder and shuddered.

I felt a chill run down my spine in fear, and for once; I didn’t know what to say. I turned around madly, my bottled emotions about to be unleashed. I was still grumpy, annoyed and so very disturbed by this man, I spat out the first thing that came to mind.

"Listen closely sir, I'm not in the least bit interested in a man that is old enough to be my father, so if you don't mind, I'd like it if you would leave me alone and stop kicking my damn chair!" I surprised myself with my cursing; I never cursed because it was not very lady like, but now seemed like an appropriate time.

His expression grew angry and I trembled regretting every word that had just come out of my mouth.

Oh wow, maybe I should’ve been more polite. ..

His voice interrupted my thoughts and seemed more disturbing then ever.

"What did you say?" He grabbed my shoulder roughly and lowered himself closer to my face, exceeding my personal space level tremendously.

"If you know what's good for you, you won't use that tone with me girl." His grasp on my shoulder tightened as I stared at him in confusion.

What is going on? Who is this guy? What does he want from me! Oh my God, what if he's like a rapist. Aw I just turned seventeen and I’m already going to die! He sure is an aggressive son of a-

All of a sudden a not so original idea popped into my head. It would involve an excruciatingly high pitch scream, and a lot of startled passengers. Before I could shriek my lungs out though, the most amazingly captivating voice I’d ever heard drifted through the air and smoothly into my ears. The beautiful sound surprised me by its perfection, but even more so when I remembered who sat in the seat I heard it coming from. It was the man whom I’d watched the stewardess flirt with for that half hour.

I couldn’t turn myself to the seat in front of mine to see his face because the angry old man still had a tight grip on my shoulder.

"Excuse you sir, remove your foul hand from this young lady's shoulder immediately. I can assure you, you won’t like the consequences of your actions if you don’t." His perfect voice had a small accent, though I couldn’t tell from where. The sound wasn't louder then the sound of someone typing on a keyboard, but it held power and set a threat into the mind of the repulsive man.

Gawking in fear, the man named Ted removed his hand from my shoulder.

I was relieved, and in shock of the odd events that just occurred. It was one of the most unexpected situations I’d ever been in.

I knew had to thank the man whose heavenly voice saved me. I quickly turned around (not wanting to see the perverted middle aged man ever again.) And to my surprise, met two of the strangest grey eyes I had ever seen in my life. They were astonishing, and I couldn't help but get lost in them.

"I must apologize for this man's revolting behavior. I'm sure he won't be bothering you anymore." His perfectly plump lips moved as his voice like silk, slipped into my ears and entranced my mind.

He looked only to be about eighteen or nineteen, but spoke with a strange mature ness of someone of an older age. His much longer than shoulder length, black hair, was pulled back, and a loose bang fell softly over his smooth pallid skin. His face was perfectly proportioned, each side precisely identical.

Beautiful.

Was all I could think. I could’ve sworn I saw him smirk after the thought set in my mind, but in the blink of an eye his face was stern.

You’re imagining things now Jack.

"Okay, thank you..." I whispered, so softly I could barely here it myself.

He nodded in acceptance of my, oh so lame; thank you.

"I would’ve asked if you would like me to accompany you on the rest of this flight, since you are alone, and obviously certain inhabitants of this area are inconveniencing you," his flawless face sent a glare to the still frightened man sitting behind me, "but I’m sure you have had enough interaction with people at the moment and wish for time alone." He spoke so lightly it almost made me dizzy.

"Okay, thank you..." I said airily, not knowing what else to say. I’m sure I looked as dumbfounded as the stewardess. Unlike me though, at least she managed to mumble a couple of words other then ‘thank you,’ and ‘okay.’ My face was flushed red in embarrassment.

He then smiled and gracefully turned back around in his seat. I could’ve sworn I saw him slightly chuckle to himself as he was turning back around but I figured I was imagining things again. Sadly he didn't give me another look.

WAIT!

He asked to sit with me and I didn't say yes!?

My thoughts questioned angrily as I began to process what had happened in my still enchanted mind.

I guess so...

I was ashamed of my inability to speak in front of a hot guy.

I decided it would be best just to fall back asleep, and try not to think of what just happened… or what could've. I was still so embarrassed, I didn’t want to think. I fell into a deep sleep at the sound of Bastian purring next to me. A couple of hours later I was awaken. The voice from above was back again;

"We are now landing in New York city, New York."

As the elderly male driver of the taxi pulled up to the sidewalk of the small grey eleven room apartment complex which was soon to be my home, I felt my stomach churn in excitement.

I squealed as I had my first look at the high class restaurant/martini lounge I would soon work at, only a couple of blocks right of my apartment. I could barely see it but knowing I’d be performing there in less then two days made butterflies dance through my stomach.

I turned my head anxiously ready to view my new home.

As expensive as renting an apartment in Manhattan was, the building wasn’t much to look at. But I didn’t care. I paid the driver and grabbed my luggage and Bastian quickly from the back seat.

“Thanks.” I said to the driver and he sped off. I looked up at the glum, four story building. Huge square balcony windows showed where each room was. I could see most of the people living there didn’t mind a little exposure, because most of the windows didn’t have curtains. I could see one woman watering some sort of plant outside on her balcony, and another inside watching television and smoking a cigar.

‘I’m going to buy big drapes.’ I thought, feeling paranoid at the thought of someone being able to see my every move.

I wondered which one was my room, and I remembered the only way I could find out was to go and look. I took a deep breath and walked toward the front door. I lifted the cover to the entry code box and pressed the numbers, two two seven twenty-one eleven. My lips rose into a smirk as I realized what a funny rhyme the code to the building was. Like a number that could be used in some sort of sales pitch.

Two two seven twenty-one eleven

The jingle sang through my mind over and over, but finally I twisted the door knob and entered.

The immediate inhalation of cigarette smoke and some sort of mint air freshener caused a burning sensation in my nostrils. I entered a small dark hall, where I could see at the end of it was a flight of stairs, obviously leading to the rooms. I walked forward; my number one goal was reaching the stairs and exiting the eerie hallway. I heard a grunting noise behind me that made me jump and nearly trip over my feet.

I turned around and saw an office to the left of me that I didn’t even know I had passed. I slid my head around the door frame and quietly glanced inside. A large tan desk sat in the middle of the room, while small boxes and large organizer bins covered the walls. Then I heard the grunting sound again, scaring me as much as it had before. I poked my head around the bin on the wall that was blocking my view, and saw the producer of the scary noises. There lay a middle aged woman, sleeping uncomfortably behind the tan desk.

She must be the owner.

I sighed in relief escaped my mouth.

I walked over to her and woke her as gently as I could manage. I deep voice emerged from the short lady, as she spoke and gave me my key;

"Room number seven. Here you go. If you need any help honey, just let me know mmkay?"

I nodded and headed up the flight of stairs to my room.

I arrived to the second floor and searched excitedly for my new room. It was no where to be found though, so i ran up to the third floor. Again I searched, some of my excitement lost but happy none the less. But once again there was no evidence of a room number seven.

I guess it's on the top floor. Iarrived at floor number four and began the hunt for my room.

Number four,... two,... ten... Ah! Seven! yes! Why are all the rooms numbered wrong?

My thought's quickly ended though, as I slid my key in the lock, and opened the door.

My room was comfy and small. Just what I wanted. There was a bedroom to the left, and a small living room to the right that was connected to the kitchen. The walls were light grey and I needed to fix things up a bit. It was almost four'o'clock. I had lots of time to redecorate! I was sure I'd be able to get some quick shopping for the apartment done before I had to go to work.

I stared into my room and out the huge window revealing the street below. I needed to get some big curtains.