The Sex's Servant - Chapter 1
"STOP, PLEASE THATS MY PLANE," I yelled.
As you can pretty guess, I wasn't really the girl on time. I was almost alwyays late, to meetings, rendez-vouz with my friends and even in school- but I don't wanna talk about anything I just had finished. Finally.
My tired feet brought me to the man who was standing in front of an entrance, which I assumed it was mine. He had brown hair and eyes, quiet handsome. I think he was about twenty-five. I managed to smile, it was kind of hard because I panted like crazy.
"Th-that's... phew, thats my plane," I said still out of breath.
But the man just smirked down at me, dimples were showing up.
"Don't worry, Ms., the plane hasn't started yet. You have still the chance to get inside," he nodded politely.
"Oh...ehm... Well, thank you," I said and my cheeks were turning to a deep red shade.
I bit my lip, passing the tall frame of a boy. His eyes followed my movements as I tripped over my own feet. Fortunately I didn't fall, but I knew that his eyes were checking me out, while I straightened myself to enter the plane.
Yep, girls just know when mannish eyes are focused on their bum.
I walked straight to the entrance as another staff greeted me. It was a woman, I think a stewardess. She was all dressed in blue.
"Welcome to British Airways, I hope you'll be fine and we are having a non-turbulent flight to Dublin/Ireland ," She smiled.
The lipgloss made her mouth even bigger. Her blue eyes seemed to be glossy and shimery. I don't know if she cried or had something in her eye.
Well you don't have to pay for a question...
"Is everything okay with you?" I asked, stepping to the side to let all the other passengers inside, but it seemed like I was the last one. Everyone had taken place in their seats.
"Sure," She smiled widely.
"But then, why were you crying?" Me and my curiousity.
Her smile grew even wider. I frowned. Is she hiding something or is she really happy?! Maybe these were tears of joy?
"Oh no, don't worry. I just got promoted!" She whispered the last part, maybe she wasn't allowed to tell anyone.
"Well that's amazing," I smiled.
"Yes, but you have to take a seat now, babe. I don't wanna lose my job right after my luck, but thank you for caring about me," Her smile didn't vanish.
I smiled back, before I turned to the left to search for my seat.
Business-people, tourists, families and random people were sitting in the few rows. From brunette to readhead, blue-eyed to gray, skinny or curvy, young and old. I found my seat between a young, black business man, he wore a suit, and an old woman with gray, curly hair. The man's eyes were focused on the screen of his laptop in front of him and the granny was reading a conservative British magazine, called 'Spectator'.
I sat down between them and took my E-book out of my bag, before I placed it between my feet. I clicked on 'Mockingjay' by Suzanne Collins and leaned back against the not very soft seat. I hadn't started the book yet, because I just finished the second one 'Catching Fire'. So I was at the part where Katniss is back home and she starts to think about her past in District 12.
I really like these books, I couldn't put them down. But something bothered me...it wasn't the book though. The sound came from the side and I peered up to see the old lady humming. Like... What the hell? I freaking wanna read my book! I decided to gave her a glare, as I searched between my ankles for my headphones. I soon found them and put them in my ears.
'Radioactive' was playing and I enjoyed the song even more while I was reading the book seperately. It fits them perfectly, I mean, the books. I clicked on the circular arrow-thing underneath the back button of my iPod, to set this song on repeat.
I only reached chapter 3, before my eyes obeyed.
I don't know how long I had slept, but as I opened my eyes I saw those glossy pink lips and these blue eyes again. She smiled down, as she increased the distance between our faces.
"You are awake," She smiled.
|Niall Horan||as himself|
|Emily Rudd||as Mia Adams|