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Chapter 2

Irritation

BPOV

I closed Jessica's gossip magazine and set it down next to me. It was fairly boring, just the usual celebrity spats and publicity. Nothing really caught my eye, except for one article. I sighed. I shouldn't be thinking of handsome, gorgeous men when I myself can't even handle my own love life. I hardly dated, although Rosalie tried to set up blind dates for me. They never worked out and probably never will.

I reached in my bag for my book, hoping to get some reading done, but frowned when I felt a glossy cover. I pulled out a stack of magazines that was held together by thick rubber bands. It wasn't my worn out cover of Wuthering Heights that I brought in my bag. It was a stack of fashion and beauty magazines.

Right on top was the newest edition of Vogue. Rosalie. That made a lot of sense now. We were roommates and yesterday night I caught her in my room when I came out after my shower. But of course she denied everything and sneakily made her way out.

I took out the rubber bands and flicked them to the ground. I grudgingly opened the cover and inside was a bright green post-it with writing on it.

Bella,

I see that you finally opened the magazine. Please just read them for my sake or at least just look at the pictures. Also I circled some of my favorite outfits so if you see them around Italy and such, please buy them for me! I have a couple of jobs booked in Milan, but just call me anyways when you land.

Love,

Rosalie

P.S. This is Emmett! Come home safely soon. With you and Rose soon to be gone, it is going to be boring and nobody is here to make me food. Love you lots and call me first!

I chuckled at Emmett's note. Surprisingly for his big size, he had pretty good handwriting. They were small (but not to the point that I needed a microscope to see what he wrote) neat, block like letters.

I peeled off the sticky note and stuffed it in my pocket. I started flipping through it, not really paying attention to the details. I folded the corners of the pages that Rosalie circled outfits of. I barely finished Vogue and was about to start on Elle, when it was serving time.

"Okay this how we are going to do it. Jessica and Lauren, you get the left wing of the plane. Samantha and I will be checking the carts and double checking the inventory. Bella and Karen will take the right wing. The choices we have are fish or chicken, Coke or Sprite, Apple or orange juice," Angela ordered, her face strict.

She was the supervisor and took her job seriously, but other times she was a great friend and extremely friendly and not to mention kind.

So we got to work. We worked effectively as we could and tried to please the passengers. After all it was our job. I was pleasantly smiling and tending to the passengers' needs.

I bent down to see if we had any more trays left of food. I looked back up and saw Karen looking quite flustered. Her cheeks were rosy and she looked shy.

"Anything wrong Karen?" I asked. Karen was new and I wasn't sure if was used to the job yet. She turned to me and stuttered.

"Uh, no everything is fine. You can go back to the cabin now. That was the last passenger," She looked guilty and nervous. Her eyes were darting around everywhere, but looking at me.

"Right," I drawled. I leaned against an empty seat, my elbow on top.

"Nothing's wrong. You can go back now!" Karen said, her voice sounding hysterical. I raised my eyebrow. Something was definitely brewing among the surface and she knew that I knew something was wrong.

"What's wrong? You can tell me, I'll try to help you as best as I can," I said trying to soothe her in a calm voice.

"Uh excuse me. There is a problem here," a voice spoke up. I saw a pale hand wave out into the aisle. Karen turned to me, her eyes as wide as saucers. I shot her a look and she quietly moved the cart forward and I stepped up to the passenger.

"Now," I turned to look at the passenger. My voice wasn't so pleasant anymore, "What would be the problem?" I asked dryly. I resisted the urge to punch the exquisite man in front of me.

"Oh, it's you," he said.

"Yes it is me. Got a problem?" I snapped.

"Well having to talk to you about it might be, but I'll make the best of it," he said indifferently.

I sighed heavily. Sometimes I couldn't believe I have to deal with actual, real people like him, no matter what they look like and how smooth their voices were. I looked at him pointedly to go on.

"Well I don't have a problem really, but I think that woman does," he said, his head nodding off in Karen's direction.

"What do you mean?" I asked confused.

"I told her that I don't have a problem, but she insists that I do and would not simply go away,"

"Karen," I said, turning around to look at her.

"B-but, I was just trying to be helpful. That's my job after all,"

"Maybe a bit too much help," the man stage-whispered. I sighed.

"Karen, you can go back now. I'll just deal with this," I closed my eyes until I heard her footsteps fade away.

"I'm sorry sir for the disturbance. Karen is new, but I will make sure that this will not happen again. Enjoy the rest of your flight and if you ever need anything, we're at your service. It takes just one button,"

"That's it? No suspensions or warning or anything of the sort? Shouldn't the new ones be more effectively trained that that? But I can understand if you were the one to train them. Then their behavior makes much more sense."

I gritted my teeth and tried to remain calm.

"Sir, I assure you that this will not happen again. I apologize for Karen and I apologize for what happened earlier at the security line. I was called at the last minute and--," I tried to explain, but I was cut off.

"I don't care. I just want to make sure that this Karen character will be properly….disposed of," I bit my tongue. My blood was boiling fiercely and my anger was tempted to blow over the top. He continued speaking, but I couldn't hear anything.

I was like in my own bubble of frustration and anger. Then I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed the cup of water off his tray and splashed it in his face.

"Shut up, please. Karen will not be fired. She was doing her duties and I suggest you do yours. Just sit down and don't cause any trouble," I said quietly. My bubble had just bursted.

"Oh, I'll see to that. Have a good day…Bella," He got up and pushed past me. I almost lost my balance, but good thing that there was a chair behind me. Once again I was off in the distance staring at the retreating figure of the infuriating man.

After calming myself down, I walked back to the cabin. Inside I saw all the girls battering their eyelashes and pouting their lips. All except Angela, because she was talking to somebody with the extremely familiar bronze hair and green eyes. Angela heard me walk in, and stole a glance at me.

Soon enough they finished and that man walked by me with a sneer on his face.

"Bella," Angela beckoned me over.

"Need something Angela?" I asked curiously.

"We have a bit of a complication. That man was Edward Cullen, a very important person and a veryfrequent flyer. It is hard to…please him and that makes everything harder than it already is. We were specifically instructed to keep this man happy and unfortunately nothing right now appeases him except……,"

"Except?" I urged, desperate enough to get that man off my case.

"I managed to get you a decent 'punishment', but he doesn't seem so happy, but it will do….temporarily he says until we land,"

"That man is delirious!" A punishment? What was I to him? A child?!

"Did you just call Edward Cullen delirious?" Lauren asked incredulously.

"I think I did,"

She gasped in disbelief along with Jessica.

"Is it a crime to talk behind other people's backs? I mean I know you two do it all the time,"

"I do not! But anyways Edward Cullen is this extremely gorgeous and hot man—"

"I know, I have eyes that actually work," I butted in.

"What does that mean?" Jessica narrowed her eyes at me.

"Jessica, I have no idea what you see in Mike anyways. He is always so clingy and a bit too loyal,"

"He is just there to consume time. Some people actually want to have dating lives, Bella,"

"Enough about my personal life, I'm sure you know all about Edward Cullen's though,"

"It's not like I stalk him, but just let me finish this time. Not only is he a good-looking man, but a successful lawyer, never lost a case yet. And not to mention, barely graduated law school last year. He's actually quite wealthy, no exact numbers, but rumors say that his parents are millionaires,"

"His sister is this famous fashion designer and his brother has a whole chain of gyms along the West Coast. Whole family is extremely gorgeous…." I blocked out her babbling and looked towards Angela. She pulled my hand and we went to a secluded corner.

"So what does he want?"

"He just wants you, sort of, suspended,"

I gasped. "What does he mean by that?"

"He wants you off the job temporarily for this flight, so you can't be 'rude' to other passengers,"

"Oh, I guess I could do that," I frowned.

"Don't worry. Just think of it as a long break that I owe you for calling you last minute today,"

"It's fine Angela. At least I wasn't fired," Angela laughed nervously and turned her attention to something else.

"Hey Ang?" I asked. She didn't turn around, but she waved her hand aimlessly.

"I'm going now, so yeah," I said awkwardly.

"See you soon," I grabbed my suitcase and bag and walked out. It was like walking down the Hall of Shame.

I decided to go up to First Class. After all if you have a lot of free time currently, might as well sit comfortably and not let those empty seats get to waste.

There were 7 empty seats. There was one next to that horrible Edward Cullen who glared at me as I walked past. No way was I sitting down next to him or the row from him or anywhere I could see him presence. So I settled for the seat behind him. I couldn't see any part of him, except for the top of his head, but who is looking up?

I put my suitcase on the compartment above and sat back down, sinking into the comfortable seat. I kicked off my heels and threw them in my huge obscene bag Rosalie made me bring. I remembered what I was doing previously and pulled out the stack of magazines.

I scanned through them again, only finding a couple of things I liked. Sometimes it was painful to just look at the cover. The models looked picture perfect and I already felt out of place looking at their perfection and grace. Rosalie could easily fit in along with the models, most likely looking better than them.

I reached for the next magazine, but was immediately disgusted. It was one of Emmett's disgusting Playboy magazine. Rosalie must have grabbed it accidentally. I chucked it like it was an infectious disease. Due to bad aim, it landed into the empty seat next to Edward Cullen.

I watched in horror that a long arm reached out to his left and grabbed it. I heard a chuckle. He threw it behind him and it landed perfectly in my lap. I quickly threw it in my bag, blushing pink. He continued laughing.

"What's so funny?" I asked. He stopped and turned to me, a devilish smile on his lips.

"Nothing, but now I can see why you're so rude," he said smugly.

"Because you are a man hating lesbian!" he blurted out without waiting for my answer.

"What? I am not a lesbian!" I was outraged. How dare he make these assumptions and thinks he knows it all!

"Right, still didn't come out of the closet I see. Don't worry, I won't tell anybody your secret,"

"I am not a lesbian!"

"Prove it," he smirked. He knew that I would lose this argument. Oh I'll show him.

I leaned in and kissed his lips. He was stiff, but then his lips started moving slowly with mine. It was short and sweet. We both broke away for air and embarrassed by my actions I sat back in my seat. His eyes were wild, searching mine for something.

"Well at least we know you're not gay," I said trying to make a joke out of it.

"Yeah," he turned back to his seat.

I couldn't believe myself! I was kissing a total stranger, but I guess it doesn't count if I knew his name, but same thing! I sighed, suddenly tired. I didn't have a pillow or blanket with me. I leaned forward and tapped Edward's shoulder.

"Do you have a pillow or a blanket I could borrow?" I asked in my most polite voice.

"Here," he handed me a soft blanket and matching pillow. They were his personal ones, there were small engravings of his initials at the bottom right corner.

"But these are your personal belongings. I can't use them," I pushed the matching items into the space between the seats. He pushed them back.

"Just use them. I don't think I can stand the thought of you doing something that will irritate me anymore. Sleeping is the solution. Now close your eyes and be quiet,"

I rolled my eyes in disbelief and tried to get comfortable. I kicked his chair.

"What?" he asked. He didn't turn around.

"Thanks,"

"You're welcome,"

I kicked his chair again.

"What now?" he asked, annoyance colored his tone.

"That's for calling me a lesbian, which I am not."

"Will you please go to sleep? I'm begging you," he sounded desperate. I answered him by closing my eyes. I breathed in the scent of his pillow. It smelled absolutely mouthwatering, better than any of the other cologne I had ever smelled. I slowly drifted to sleep; my last thought was of my most recent rejection of Mike.

So what did you guys think? Review to tell me ;). I don't know anything about being a flight attendant so I just used my imagination and this is fiction, so yeah. I'll try to update this story as soon as I can and my other one also. Remember to review! They make me smile. ;D