Masquerade:
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns all the characters, not me, only the plot:)
Chapter One:
I hated flying.
What made it worse was that I was flying in economy class for more than an hour.
And what made it almost unbearable was that the fat man sitting next to me was asleep, drooling with his mouth open; his head lolling to one side, dangerously close to my hair.
If that didn't send me frantically squashing up as far to the window side as possible, his butt cheek certainly did, which was protruding out, monopolizing half of my own seat. I could even see the cellulite marks on his hairy thigh-yes he was in shorts.
Excuse me but, EW!
I was busting to go to the toilet, but for obvious reasons, my hopes were denied. I couldn't help eyeing the last bit of water in my drink bottle which was swishing around, making things worse.
Only a little longer I reminded myself for the umpteenth time.
Ever since I left, I'd been thinking about Jesse-not that I wanted to, I mean, that's the reason I went back to New York for summer break-to get my mind off things.
It was all his fault, why did he have to die in my room in the first place! Why hasn't he moved on to wherever ghosts are supposed to go after they die? And why does he have to be so hot? I'd missed him so much though-even his annoying Spanish accent and his stupid cat Spike, and his nice, dark eyes-
"Passengers, please fasten your seatbelts, we will be arriving in exactly 10 minutes. Thank you."
The plane suddenly swooped down, causing my already upset bladder to fly through the roof. The fat man stopped snoring and sat up (thank god).
The plane eventually made its way down for landing. I grabbed my black leather jacket, my water bottle and my bag and got ready to dive out of the hell hole and find the nearest bathroom.
When the pilot finally declared it was 'safe' to move around I jumped up and climbed, with much difficulty, over the fat man, who was engrossed in trying to untangle his headphones from his sweaty, balding head (god I hope they don't reuse those).
"Watch it, and have some respect you adolescent-"
"Shut-up Pavarotti!" I snapped and pushed my way past the queues to the arrivals gate. I wasn't in the mood for chivalry-I just needed a bathroom!
Finally I was out in the open; there were hardly any people since it was quite late at night. I breathed a sigh of relief-there was a bathroom; it looked so clean, so inviting, so-OUT OF ORDER. Great, just great.
I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder, and a deep, crackly voice whispered in my ear.
"Hey pretty lady, how about you and me-"
Perfect-just what I needed!
I swallowed hard. I was trapped in a corner-but I was sure I could outrun him. I lifted my bag and thwacked him hard where it hurts. He cried out in pain and fell to his knees.
"Why you little-"
Now was my chance, I ran forward towards the escalator, dodging his attempts to grab me by the ankles. I glanced back and saw him stumble to his feet and stagger away. In my desperate endeavors to perceive his progress, I didn't watch where I was going and bashed headlong into something hard and rough. I fell backwards and remembered a searing pain on my forehead, before I blacked out…
"Nombre de Dios" said a concerned voice I recognized.
A/N: A next (much longer) chapter will be out tomorrow! (Sooner if demanded).
I hope you enjoyed! This is my first ever Fanfic, so I don't know if that chapter was too long, too short…too boring? PLEASE review, critics are welcome :)