My Indian Wedding

Chapter 6: Candy Bar+Veggie Roll=Friendship

Chapter 6 Please comment, read my other chapters, and vote!! Enjoy!! :D  **********************

"Stupid piece of crap." I mutter, as I push my suitcase into the cubby. Seriously! Why did Sal have to pack so much, we were only gonna be gone for two months, not a whole year!  

I pushed the suitcase harder, but no matter how hard I tried, this suitcase wasn't going to get any smaller. I was defeated, and the suitcase had won.   "I give up! You win, happy?!" I glared at the suitcase, as if it could hear me.

  "You realize it doesn't have ears right?" I heard a chuckle from behind.

  "I know, I am not crazy!" I tried to turn around, but the aisles of this stupid plane were too small.  

"Are you sure about that?" The stranger said in amusement.  

WTF! Who the hell was this person?! How dare they speak to me like that?! My fists began to clench up, but I decided it was better to not punch this idiot in the face. I didn't want to get kicked off the plane and kiss my once in a lifetime chance to go to Europe goodbye.  

"You do realize how much your presence is pissing me off right?" I said bluntly. "If you can't help, then I suggest you keep your smart ass comments to yourself." I hissed.  

"That really hurt my heart." He replied with layers of sarcasm coating in his voice. "Here, let me try."   Before I could even stop him, he grabbed my hand removing them from the suitcase as he started shifting it in different angles.  

"It's not going to..." I didn't even have a chance to finish my sentence before he shut the cubby with my suitcase. "How the heck...!?" I asked in disbelief.

  "What can I say, I was born with skill."   I rolled my eyes at his reply and shifted into the seat next to me.   "A normal person would say thank you." He commented, when I refused to acknowledge his presence. I grabbed one of the boring magazines in front of me and started flipping through the pages nonchalantly pretending that I was actually interested in reading "what looks good in your living room". 

"Wait..I know you.." Even though my eyes were glued to my magazine I could feel his eyes trailing on me."Your Naina, right?"  

My hands stopped flipping the pages, and I looked up in shock, but my breath was taken out of me when I saw who it was.   Ethan Mayers. The hottest guy in our senior class (Well, according to Sal). His deep green eyes seeped into my hazel ones, combining to make the perfect blend of colors. Staring into his eyes made time feel like it had frozen, and it felt good. His jet black hair, messy as if he had just woken up, made his eyes pop. His body was tightly clinging to his shirt, exposing all of his muscles; and I gotta say, I didn't mind..

  "Okay! You can stop checking me out now, you know?" He let out a grin, as he studied my expression.

  "Howw.... You....." I kept on stuttering. I wanted to punch myself in the face. This guy probably thought I was crazy. First mouthing off to him, and now, I wasn't even able to let two words escape through my mouth without sounding like an idiot.

  He let out a small laugh at my stupidity, "I know you because you were the only person in English who let me borrow a pencil!" 

Oh yeah! How could I forget? Ethan never had a pencil! I think the worst part of letting him steal my pencils, was that he had never given them back!! Every time he asked for a pencil, I just had to mentally accept the fact that I would never get my pencil back and would have to go the rest of my life without it. Everyday, he would ask for a new pencil, and every weekend, I would have to drag myself to Staples to buy a new pack! It's not like I could say no! I didn't want to be the girl crazily obsessed with school supplies; even though it was completely true, I was that girl.