Today and Tomorrow, Eva Linnea [english readers TXT] 📗

 Chapter 3:

          "She would absolutely love to," my dad exclaimed. He cut me off when I was about to politely decline. I mean it would be cool and all to be a model but would it really? All that fame and glory, all for me. It just seems too surreal. Imagining myself up there with Francisco Lachowski just doesn’t seem right. I’m not a gorgeous girl, I have my flaws, and models can’t have flaws am I right? "Right Becca?"

 "Not really, dad." I roll my eyes, looking around for a clock. Since airports were all about time I spotted one in an instant. It read 10:03 PM. My eyes widened with surprise. We only had thirty minutes to get the the correct gate and board on. I poke my dad’s arm repeatedly until he notices me.

 He turns to me annoyed, "What Becca?"

   "We have thirty minutes until we board dad, this place is a maze and full of people. We need to get going." He holds his sleeve up to look at his fancy rist watch and gasps.

    "We have to go." He looks confused. I look at Alex, seeing that’s he’s been watching all of this. Why is he still here? "Mr. O’Brown, let me give you my number so we could talk more about this modeling gig for Becca." Alex nods very pleasantly

 "Certainly." He motions for my dad to say his phone number so he can enter it on his own phone. I tune them out opening the plastic bag and get my not even touched soda out. I open it and it almost fizzes to the top and over. I get a tap on my shoulder from Alex as I’m taking a sip. I give him my best ‘what-the-heck-do-you-want’ face. “Well since your father and I have agreed for you to become a model, aside from all the paperwork, I will need your phone number also because I am your new agent,” he says cheerfully. I look at my dad trying to give him a hint that he should tell Alex my number instead of myself. He catches on in a few seconds and they’re talking about the agency. It seems as if my dad has forgotten the time situation, and I look at the clock again. Ten minutes has passed so it would be 10:15 PM.

     "Come on dad we need to hurry up." I’m getting so frustrated with him right now. "It’s been ten minutes." He looks at me and nods understanding.

   "Alright so you guys have to go, I have to go, we’ll both talk later, I’ll text you both. Goodbye Rebecca, Rebecca’s dad." He waves as he walks off to who knows where. Well it’s over now so that’s all that matters. Hallelujah.

   "C’mon Becca let’s go now." He tugs on my arm indicating that we're going. He starts walking the opposite way that Alex went and I gladly followed.

    Forgetting everything that happened earlier wasn’t easy but I managed to do so.

         We roll our suitcases over to where the gates were. Passing some, stopping at the ones we thought were it, didn’t turn out to be that way. We finally got to where we needed to be, sitting down in the little lobby until boarding time. Not much to do right now. I look around at all the people I would be on the plane with. I spot a few nice looking girls who don’t seem too far apart from my age group. One looks over at me. She has blonde hair, blue eyes. People could think she’s a slurrt, but she doesn’t put off that vibe. She smiles at me kindly and I smile back.   

     Later a boy walks over to their group and two of them look away, they probably like him. The one that’s not looking away is talking with him perfectly fine. I look him over, he’s very good-looking. He has chestnut hair and tannish skin. He’s not close enough for me to clarify his eye color, but I do see a deep dimple on his left cheek. Very cute. The two girls start to giggle and look over at him a couple times, not as subtle as they had hoped I’m guessing. The blonde girl keeps on talking and talking to chestnut guy.

     Sometime in their conversation she points at me, more subtly than the laughing girls but I caught it. He glances over at me and then does a double take. I then turn my phone on and look at it, not wanting to be caught staring. It’s a little creepy to find someone staring at you, isn’t it? I start to feel awkward so I get my black skull candy ear buds in my ears and turn on “Used to Love You” by Gwen Stefani. I open the bag of Bugles that I was planning on saving for the flight but it’s too late for that now. I close my eyes and sway my head a little, crunching on a corn chip. Randomly, a force moves my bag a little. I open my eyes to see a hand in my bag getting some chips. I look up at the person to see it was the boy. He smiles at me. ‘How dare he.’ I grab his hand and pull it out of the bag and I throw it back at him.

  "These," I say pointing to the Bugles, "Are my Bugles. Not yours. What makes you think you have the right to do such a thing?"

  "Well it’s a free country-"

I cut him off, "It’s my property, it doesn’t matter if it’s a free country. These are mine." I look into his beautiful eyes and sneer. He laughs. ‘What a beautiful sound,’ I think to myself.

      "Fine…...fine." He grunts and starts to walk over to the girls again. I roll my eyes. I watch him, he turns around and comes back over to me. I look at him as if he’s the dumbest person on earth. He holds his hand out, “I’m Jasper.”

 "Becca," I sigh. I put out my hand to grab his. Once my hand is firmly in his, he yanks me out of my seat. He holds me to his body in the hug formation. I try to break free. He sets his hand on the side of my face and pushes me into his chest even more, making me groan in pain. ‘Such a strong grip, can’t breathe.’ I silently gasp for air. This position isn’t my favorite. ‘Where’s my dad?’ I try to get out of his hold again, failing like the time before. ‘How long has this hug been? What the fuck?’ I’m just like standing here for an hour it feels like.

    An intercom came on and a woman’s voice said, "people, flight 17 will be boarding shortly, please line-up in order. A goes first, then B." Jasper let’s me go after giving my body one last squeeze.

      "What the hell was that man!" I yelled at Jasper.

         "What," he asked as if he had no clue.

         "Why’d you hug me?"

         "Because I wanted to."

         "You can’t go around hugging people."

         "I only hugged you, what makes you think I’ll hug other people?"

         "Because you’re crazy."

         "Thanks, so much. Made me feel a lot better. Want to hug again?"

         I scoff, "no thanks." This guy was insane. He can’t go around hugging people, even if he only did to me. If he did that to some other girl I bet she’d slap him for think he’s a pervert. I should’ve done that, dammit. I turn around to my dad who was sound asleep, taking a nap. I bump him on purpose so he can get his stuff ready. He wakes up in a hurry, looking exhausted. I point over to the line that’s started up with my head and he gets, up along with his stuff.

         We walk over to a line and try to get in order the best we can, probably failing miserably. I get a poke from behind me, turning around to see Jasper. I look at his hand which has his ticket looking for where he sat. Seeing that he sat in row E seat 3, and down to mine, row E seat 2. I mumble random crap in annoyance, ignoring Jasper. We walk forward and flight attendants scan our tickets and we board on. I put my stuff in the little compartments above and I sit at the window seat because apparently there was no E1. Jasper sits down next to me, not the isle seat like I was hoping. This was going to be a long, long flight.

Publication Date: 08-07-2015

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