Chapter - 02

Thea

“Okay Mumma, I am Coming Back Tomorrow.”

These were the last words I said to Mum before I hanged the phone as I couldn’t talk anymore. I just couldn’t make myself believe that Papa is in this condition.

Papa? He can’t be ill.

He is my Hero. He is supposed to be with me forever.

They must be pranking me or something.

That just couldn’t be true.

The last time I met Papa, he was all fit and fine. He is the most health-conscious person I have ever seen. We as a family eat a lot of snacks and junk food but I have never seen him ever eat anything that is bad to his health. He exercises every day till now. He wakes at 6 am every morning , even if it is a Sunday. That man is a fitness freak. He has a body of a 30-year person at the age of 55. He has never fallen ill other than a little fever or cold, that too is very rare to him.

I just couldn’t believe that he got ill to the level that everyone is so scared even Flo. Flo is the strongest person, and she is being scared means something is seriously wrong and they just refuse to tell me that what happened to Papa as well.

After my conversation with Mumma, the next morning I left the rainforest to go to the city to find plane tickets to New York City. After a lot of struggles, I finally found a seat for same night’s flight. As this is the middle of summer holidays, so finding tickets are a bit hassle currently.

Right now, I am sitting in the plane as other passengers start to gather. I start to feel a bit of nauseas feeling all the people around me. This is the reason I love mountains, wildlife and oceans. There are less people.

These people just make me feel so much constricted and all crushed from the inside. I have always like places where there are less to no people and where I can be free and alone. You could say that I am an introvert person who fears facing people and would rather stay alone. But that wouldn’t be the whole truth, I do like people around me but people who know me and who don’t judge me over my weird imaginative mind and blunt mouth. Its just how I am, and I don’t need people’s certificate of my character, behavior and manners.

I can’t be like them. I never can.

Flo is someone people would love to talk with while, I am, someone would frown upon and rather walk away then talk to.

I have faced this almost all my life because I don’t, please them.

They want that I just behave according to their likeness and pretend for their sake, wearing a façade and pretending all day just to please the society by becoming something which is so mundane and robotic that it doesn’t feel like life instead it feels like a personal hell where you are burned with people’s expectations and judgements daily.

This all suffocates me. Just like it is making me feel right now.

Its like they are all watching me with their judgmental eyes and analyzing me for any of my flaws to criticize me over it as they always do but I just can’t get used to these all still, that’s why I avoid the crowd and travel through my car or walking.

I was just looking at the book in my hand to avoid any stare directed when suddenly a bag is thrown at the seat beside me which startled me, making my book fly from my hand to the ground and a little scream leaving my mouth.

I looked beside me to see a guy in all black T-shirt with a leather jacket and ripped jeans. I looked slowly from his black boots to his face.

He was handsome guy. Light blue ocean like eyes with long black lashes, nose was slim and pointed giving his arched eyebrows and perfect compliment. His lips are full and natural rosy, pink tint on them. Overall, his face is sharp and boney with a sharp razor like jaw.

The man looks like someone directly out of a bad boy novel.

Crazy hot I say.

His piercing eyes looks at me with an intense look, lips settled in a thin line before it broke into a flirty smirk and his eyes turned mischievous.

“Are you done checking me out or you want more time?” he asked me, which took me out of my trance and make me realize that I was ogling him shamelessly.

I quickly shifted my eyes to ground to find my book and started picking it, “Sorry, I wasn’t checking you out. Just zoned out.” He chuckled at my stupid impromptu response, before responding

“Its okay, Love. I am used to getting these reactions from people. People usually get starstruck after seeing me for the first time.”

“Aww. Height of being modest, I say.” The sarcasm left my lip without a second thought.

“I am being modest love, or people have had more extreme reactions after seeing me, some involving actually jumping on me and. . .” I stopped him mid-sentence as I realize where this is going.

“ Okay okay, I get it. You are VERY good looking and all. Now if you don’t mind, go to your seat.”

“This is my seat, love.” Pointing at the seat beside me, where his bag rests currently.

“No that can’t be possible. This is also my seat. I have booked both the seats.”

Yes, I have booked both the seats just to avoid antiques like him. This one is very arrogant. Like who blatantly compliment himself in front of everyone.

“I didn’t realize you were two people.” He made a stenchy remark.

“ Yeah, I am. Any problem? Just leave.”

“Sorry Love but the ticket says this is my seat. So I am not leaving anywhere.” And with that he started taking his luggage and put it in the drawer above. He sat next to me.

I stood from seat and called for an airhostess.

“ Yes Ma’am, how can I help you?” She came and spoke.

“I booked these both seats for myself and now this man just comes here and claims it to be his. Kindly ask him leave.” I urged her to take this man away from me.

“Ma’am let me see your tickets.” I gave her my tickets and she saw them and checked the seat numbers. Then he asked for the guy’s tickets and checked them as well.

All this while that arrogant man sat on my seat, all laid back and legs sprawled all over the place. After a good five minutes of checking the tickets and double checking it, she came toward us again.

“Ma’am I think there has been a mistake from our side. The airline has booked one seat twice. Once to you, and other to this gentleman. We are sorry for the mistake ma’am.”

Hats off to my luck!

Like, what are the chances of seats being mixed in a normal circumstance? Nada! But, in my case, a 100%

“But. . . could you just give him some other seat so I could get my seat back?” I desperately urged her as I don’t want to spend the rest of my journey with this man.

“Sorry again ma’am, but the seats are full right now and we can’t do anything at the moment. I apologize for the inconvenience.” All this while that arrogant was smirking, enjoying my misery.

She went back after saying this, and I sat on my seat back with a frustrated sigh.

“Looks Like we are stuck together, Love.” He winked at me with a little mischievous smile of his.

Oh god! 10 hours with this arrogant.

Someone Save Me!!

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Hey Guys,

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Who is this mystery bad guy?

And how Thea is going to survive this hotness for the next 10 hours?

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