Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, obvs.
Urban Dictionary definitions of jet:
1) To leave quickly, especially when no one knows or is watching
2) A girl who is extremely hot/sexy
3) A plane that uses engines that push air behind the plane to propel it forward
Urban Dictionary definition of slag:
An individual who cares not for relationships beyond the realm of the sexual, these people sleep with many partners not caring about anything save for the moment of climax.
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My name is Bella Swan and I am a Jet Slag.
A member of the unique and highly exclusive group of frequent fliers, who are regarded to be some of the Mile High Club's top performers. Famous-ish in the vast community of Seattle's most sleazy business men (not for me, thank-you very much) and our friends, their friends, friends of those friends, and said friends, friends, friends, friends. Did you catch that?
Just so you'll have a clearer idea of what it is I'm getting at, my two life-long best friends Alice and Rosalie (the frequent fliers in this scenario), and I have gathered somewhat of a reputation for participating in extracurricular activities with men, whilst flying thirty thousand feet in the air.
The reputation: spread by the people we know as friends, exaggerated by Chinese whispers, and brought to our attention by a skanky British bitch, one Jane Davis. Effectively giving us the name – the Jet Slags. Clever one she is. Jet Slags. Jet lag. Wow.
Alas, the name stuck. Because although we're not as bad as the rep we were given, if you look at the name in depth (not my doing I might add- there's no stopping Alice when she's on to something) it actually defines what we're doing fairly accurately. We're doing. Are. Kind of. Possibly still. Maybe. Half.
Stay on track, Bella!
Leaving quickly with no one watching – a must! I'm sure that story will come out at some point.
The whole hot/sexy girl thing, well... Rose goes without saying-seriously, most of these men can hardly stutter out a sentence around her. I'm not so bad looking if I do say so myself. And Alice is a former Little Miss Port Angeles, but that was fifteen years ago. And actually it's really wrong that I just referred to a contest for ten-year olds as proof of maturing sexiness. Regardless, she really is gorgeous.
And a plane is a plane, obviously. Also known as a jet. Sometimes jumbo, though the men aren't often.
Stupid jokes aside, I should probably explain from the top, as this isn't getting me anywhere.
Ladies and gentlemen, take a seat, stow your own battered and well-used luggage somewhere unreachable for the moment, and I'll let you in on a few things that may or may not have contributed to my current situation.
Preparing for takeoff.
What do you guys think? Are you liking the look of this?
Future chapters longer, funnier and more lemony!