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Chapter 2: No way left

Cal was really brutal, but what could you expect from a snobby millionaire? Nothing, right?

I just sat there, starring on my cup of tea. "What do you like to eat, Mister?" the waiter asked. We were sitting in the first class lounge, ready for lunch. "Miss DeWitt Bukater and me want a lamb, english, with peppermint sauce." my fiancé answered. The waiter nodded and went back to the kitchen. "You like lamb, right?" Cal asked me. I smiled at him a faked smile. This idiot! I wasn't five years anymore. I hated lamb and I told him this six times ago. He never listened to me.

Suddenly Musa Brown, who was sitting at our table too, began to laugh. "Will you feed her?" she asked, still laughing. I grinned. I liked this women a lot, she was the only person with a real smile on her face. Cal ignored her and talked with Mr. Ismey and Mr. Andrews, the creators of the Titanic, about money. Money, money, money! Always money! My nerves were at the end, so I decided that it was time for a cigarette. Well, I didn't like these things, but my mother hated them, I smoked only to upset her.

Slowly I put one out of my little pocket and burned it. "Stella, you know that I don't like this." my mom whispered shocked. I starred at her, than looked away from her without saying anything. "She knows that." I heard Cal's voice, suddenly he took the cigarette out of my mouth and through it on a plate. I made fist. Calm down, Stella! I was about to freak out. Before I started to shout I stood up. "If you excuse me…" I just whispered and ran away.

The air felt fresh and the sun warmed my pale skin. Silly Cal, silly Mom, silly rich people! The cold wind got my head clear again. In this moment I wished I would be a bird. I was was a fairy, but Mother never let me fly alone.

I was walking on the first class deck. Some men starred at me in awe. I ignored them.

Sometimes I hated myself for being pretty. If I were ugly, I wouldn't marry this idiot Cal. My feet felt heavy, my heart beat fast. I stopped and looked down on the deep, blue ocean. I was ready to cry.

"Brandon? Hey, man!" I heard someone shouting. Than I saw, on the third class side, three man sitting there. One was starring at me like crazy. I shot a dark glance on him. How dared he? A man with purple hair said, "Brandon? You'll never get this girl. Before this happens, little angels are flying out of your but." A blonde man started to laugh. I giggled a little bit. Suddenly this boy, called Brandon, smiled too. I immediately looked away, blushing. "Stella?! What's wrong with you?" Oh no! Not Cal! I turned around to face him. "Don't touch me." I told him with a cold voice. "Don't talk to me like this, Stella! Come one, the others are waiting for us." My fiancé didn't let me time to answer. He took my hand and pulled me away. Away from this smiling boy… One last time I smiled back… What was I doing here? I was engaged! After all he was a third class guy. We were from different worlds!

I looked at my lemon green dress. How I hated this. I would like to wear short dresses or trousers like men! That would be great, but it was only a dream. "Miss DeWitt Bukater?" Diaspro asked shyly. I smiled at her. "What do you want, Diaspro?" "Your mother told me to help you with your dress." The maid held up a blood red, long dress with black diamonds on it. I totally forgot that dinner started soon. "Sure, Diaspro." I just answered. She helped me in the expensive dress, put my red high heels on and helped me with my hair. I wore a little tiara. "You look beautiful, Miss Stella." Diaspro told me. "Thank you…Now leave me alone." One single tear ran down my white cheek. I whipped it away, sobbing. In the living room I could hear Cal and Mother talking about me. I swear that Mom said something like, "Since her father died, she behaves like a 'Newrich'." Woho! My own mother hated me now!

"I'm hungry, may we go for dinner?" I asked and stormed into the room. "S-sure…Stella." Luna muttered. I knew that she knew, that I heard everything what she said. I felt terrible. My mother hated me, my father was dead, my soul was about to die too. My life was empty…

"Watch out, Miss!" a male voice shouted. I didn't look at the man. I just ran away. The tears covered my eye, I barely saw anything. I sobbed, like a girl could sob. The third time I bumped into another person. I heard a, "Oh my god! How rude!" I ignored it. My life was at the end. I saw no reason to live. There was no way left.

Somewhere, between the A and the B deck, I lost my tiara. Now my golden hair, covered my face. I breathed heavily, when I reached the end of the Titanic. My heart was about to stop, when I looked at the cold waves, waiting for me. The water seemed black. No wonder it was already 12 p.m. My hands trembled, when I climbed up the, hard metal, strings. You all now what I wanted to do. I want to do my family a favour…and die. I didn't recognize that someone was lying behind me on an old seat.

I wanted to jump, but my hands didn't want to let go. "No, Miss…Don't do that." Wait! I never heard this voice before, but I knew it! "Go away!" I shouted and turned around. Oh – my – god! It was the smiling boy, from this evening! But now he didn't smile. "Miss, really, don't do that." he said in a calm voice. "I'll jump….Go away!" Well, I wasn't so sure about that. "Okay, Miss. If you really like to jump, I have to jump too." he told me, taking of his jacket. Was he crazy? "That's crazy! You would die. I've heard, water is like stone if you fall off a great high on it." I answered, looking away from him. The boy with the brown hair shrugged his shoulders. "That will surely hurt, but I have no choice." Now he took his shoes of. He just said, "So, please jump. It's cold outside here and I don't like to stand here without shoes." I smiled. "I-is the water cold?" I asked. The boy laughed. "Do you have time for a little story?" he wanted to know. I nodded. "When I was little, I went with my father ice fishing. It was in Eraklyon, there is the coldest winter ever. Oh and ice fishing is…." I interrupted him sharply. "I know what that is!" I sighed. "Sorry, but you seemed like you don't go out to often…Erm…Well, I was ice fishing and the ice broke under my feet. I fell into the cold water. And I can tell you, its like millions of needles hurting you, you can't breath, you can only think of the pain…"

I coughed. He spoke again, "And with all respect, Miss. I really don't want to get in such cold water like this." He pointed on the ocean under my feet. Suddenly a hand was near mine. "Please, Miss. Don't jump..." I looked at him and reached for his hand. "Come on, I'll help you, Miss." he whispered. Slowly I turned around, still holding his warm hand. "Brandon Dawson." he told me. I smiled. "Stella DeWitt Bukater." Brandon began to laugh. "You better write this on a paper for me." I started giggle. "Come on, let's go away from this place." he said and pulled me up. I wanted to step on the other side, but instead of this I stepped on my dress. "AHHH!" I screamed, because suddenly I felt no floor under my feet. "Please, help me!" I shouted in panic. Brandon grabbed my other hand too, and tried to pull me up. If he let go of me, I would fell into the angry sea. "No worry, Stella!" he tried to calm me. "I….will…..help….you…AHHH!" Like I was a feather he pulled me up to his chest, causing us to fall on the ground. "Thank you." I whispered, still shocked. "N-no…problem." Brandon blushed a little bit. I recognized why. "Oh, sorry…" I was lying on him.

Then I heard a few angry voices.

Go Brandon!! XD Oh and I forgot to say: I don't own Winx Club or Titanic…bla bla bla