Inevitable ~ (bws)

Chapter 1 | First encounters|

I decide on a large Cappuccino and I give in my order and wait at the side of the counter, for my drink to be made. "You can't survive solely off of caffeine and nicotine" I imagine Kat saying and I roll my eyes at the thought, even though she's probably right. "Liv!" I hear my name being called, I collect my drink and head to my flight gate, just a few minutes walk away.

I catch my reflection in the windows of the airport shops, as I walk by and automatically grimace, I don't think I can remember the last time I looked at my own reflection and felt any way happy. Today I'm wearing my worse-for-wear looking white trainers with some grey cuffed tracksuit bottoms, a plain white cropped t-shirt and a beige checked oversized shirt to hide myself without overheating, minimal effort because what's the point when I'll hate what I see no matter what.

Finally I make it to the gate, but before I can go in, of course something annoying must make an occurrence, as I'm looking down at the ground while walking, one of my worse habits so I'm told by Kat, I suddenly bump into something slightly hard. "Shit" I curse, as I rub by head and look at my coffee, sprawled all over the linoleum floor, fantastic. "Fuck" I hear a deep voice growl and I immediately look up to investigate the source of the voice and I'm met with a pair of brown eyes, glaring down at me. "Oh, shit, sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." I say with flushed cheeks and bend down to pick up my cup and hopefully escape this awkward encounter. "It's fine" he mumbles, clearly annoyed. "You're seriously going to drink that?" He scoffs, looking at me questioningly. The fuck does he take me for? Of course I'm not going to fucking drink it. "Obviously not? What do you think I am? An animal?" I reply in shock at this rude stranger's accusation. "Well then why are you picking it up?" He questions, clearly a little taken back by my minor outburst, but what does he expect? "Clearly putting it in the bin?" I say with a clear attitude in my voice. "That's what the cleaners are for" he says flatly. Oh my god what an arrogant dick. "Well I'm just trying to make their lives a little bit easier because unlike you I'm not arrogant" I say and he chuckles, he's so smug and irritating, my hands start to feel the sudden urge to fidget and my mouth goes dry, I need to exit this conversation now because I don't have time for a cigarette and this rude stranger is adding to my already built up stress. I go to stand up with my coffee's remnants in my hand. "They get paid for it" he says with a hint of amusement in his voice, what? Is he enjoying this or something? "Ugh, whatever, I've got a plane to catch. It was terrific meeting you." I say sarcastically as I drop my 1/4 filled cup into the bin beside me.

I turn on my heels and rudely walk away from the rude stranger without another word.

As I board the flight my heart rate quickens, I'm a terrible flier even if it is just a forty-five minute flight. I try to breathe deeply in through my nose and out through my mouth without gathering attention from anyone around me. I find my seat and can't decide whether or not to be relieved it's a window seat, nevertheless I load my luggage and strap myself into my seat.

I put in my earphones, stare out the window and attempt to calm myself in the most unnoticeable ways possible. I jump slightly from the sudden movement beside me and turn to see the person taking their seat beside me is none other than the rude stranger from before. I roll my eyes and turn back to the window hoping they won't notice me or bother me while I'm trying to suppress a panic attack.

I grasp tightly on the armrests of the chair as we pick up speed and prepare to take off, I see movement beside me which catches my eye, he's looking at me and laughing. "What?" I ask, not releasing my grip as my fingers turn white. "Nothing" he smirks and looks down at his phone with his head rested on his hand. I ignore him and my attention goes back to my breathing as we speed up rapidly and lift off into the sky.

The flight was a mixture of feeling extremely anxious and annoyed, the boy beside me spent the whole forty five minutes giving me weird looks when I was trying to control my breathing and pushing my arm off of the armrest so he could use it. I've never met someone so blatantly rude and obnoxious.

Relief washes over me after we successfully land and everyone begins to gather their belongings. I sit and wait for others to start filing out if the plane as there's no point in getting up until there's space, the rude stranger beside me seems to have the same idea as he sits on his phone. Eventually he gets up and reaches to grab his luggage as I stand up and wait for him to move, I purposely avoid eye contact as I don't want another confrontation with him. To my surprise he hands me what he must have guessed was my luggage from the overhead area. "Um- thanks" I say quietly, confused as to why he was showing a kind gesture after being so rude up until now. He doesn't reply except from shooting me a tight smile.

Everyone makes their way to arrivals and soon the crowd disperses out of the exit doors to find their modes of transport to their destinations. I stand outside by the taxi rank and pull a hand-rolled cigarette from my pocket and ignite it, inhaling and exhaling with a sigh of relief. I look to my right and see the rude stranger standing and also smoking a cigarette. I'm starting to get more and more annoyed and weirded out at the coincidence of bumping into him so much. I take this opportunity to take in his appearance, he has brown curly hair and is sporting an extremely oversized grey hoodie and black jeans and beat up looking white trainers. His posture is terrible as he's slumped over his phone leaning against the glass window. "Can I help you?" He asks as I'm snapped out of my thoughts. Shit. I must look like such a weirdo staring at him. I ignore him and just look away whilst finishing my cigarette, enjoying every bit of satisfaction it's giving me. My stomach gurgles loudly and push it to the back of my mind as I get into a taxi.