Leah. Definition: ass, idiot, unwanted, the ex-girlfriend, the outcast, the girlie wolf. I hated them. But I wouldn't admit it. It wasn't exactly a new feeling. Just a weird one.
I opened the door, grabbed my suitcases and bags, and loaded them into the trunk.
"Airport please. Be quick." I snapped, afraid that I would miss my flight. No. More like the taxi driver would get the wrong idea. That I liked him or something like that. Hmph. What I would give to give that old sock a punch in the mouth. No. I shouldn't think about this stuff, it only reminds me of Sam.
And why am I going to France? To avoid him and Emily's love-sick cuddling and kissing. Sick, I know, but what ever. Has anyone, anyone, asked me how I feel about this? No? I didn't think so. I suffer in silence. Ironic and crappy. But it's so damn true. Darn right. I wish for once someone would care about how I feel. Watching Sam and Emily kiss and cuddle, while all I wanted to do was grab him and smother him wish my kisses. Like I used to. It's worse for me than those frail girls who has a normal break-up. They don't exactly have to share their thoughts with the ex-boyfriend. Oh, and they don't have to see his thoughts about his new infatuation, or the fact that the magical wolfy love has knocked all sense out of him. Nope. They have a cry, have a bit of heartbreak, then move on. Not fair. Life in unfair. But life is unfair, is it not?
Quickly, as I demanded, we arrived at the airport. It was perfect. It was all tight time fitting. I just finished all the normal proccesses that the overhead announced that my flight was boarding. Perfect, life is good sometimes isn't it? Sometimes. I'm still far from forgiving it.
You know, sometimes I think that I would rather not have been born. I gave the person my passport, and his eyes popped out. Poor guy. I knew I was kind of pretty, but not exactly eye-poppingly pretty. Nope. A first, but a really cool first.
"Thanks. Lance." I said, noticing his name tag.
"How d-did you? Name?" He stuttered.
"Name tag. By the way, I'm Leah." I said, reaching my hand out. He reached out eargerly andd grasped it.
I shook it, then took my hand away immediately. My flight. I forgot. I rolled my suitcase over to the tube thing connecting the airport to the airplane. Really cool. Then I boarded my flight. I gave my ticket to the nice lady. She told me my seat was to the right, and down the aisle.
"Thanks." I said.
"No problem. It's my job anyway." She said, winking at me. Belinda. Her name was Belinda. A nice name. My suitcase was small, and I had no carry-on, so I took it with me. I ordered food right away, I was so damn hungry.
"One steak. Medium rare, with barbecue sauce and some fish and chips please." I said to the flight attendant who came to me.
"Okay. It'll be here shortly. Our barbecue sauce is authentic. It's really delicious!" Julia said. Airhead.
"Fine. Whatever. Go, run along." I made a running motion with my arms. Airhead. Damn airhead. I turned on my iPod.
Hmmm…Taylor Swift. Teardrops on my guitar. Ironic. Scarily ironic. Sam. Sam. Sam. Sam. Oh god Sam. Why did Emily come over and ruin our happy ending? Why? I know you loved me, well, before Emily came along and ruined my life for me. She made you complete, she left me broken beyond repair. Thing is, I hate her because your happier with her than you'll ever be with me. I hate it. I hate that you love her more than you ever loved me. Can't you see? It's wolf magic love. Not the real thing that we had. No. Never that. Can't you see? CAN'T YOU SEE? I love you. I love you so much. It hurts a lot. I really wished I was dead sometimes. I used to be the happy, care-free girl, until Emily came along. She was my COUSIN! My favourite COUSIN! You're a two-timing idiot.
I knew that wasn't true, but he broke my heart, not the other way round. I didn't break his heart, I never did.
"Miss? Your steak and sauce is here." Julia said, breaking me from my heart-broken trance.
"Thanks. Right here please." I said, pointing to the table that popped out with the touch of a button.
"No problem. We have a personal TV for each flier too. It's right there." She said, pointing to the TV in front of me.
"I know! Go now." I said. Airhead. Stupid, stupid airhead.
I looked at my steak and sauce. I sniffed the steak. Real steak. Delicious. I grabbed my fork and cut the steak into bite-sized pieces. The sauce was really good. Smoked barbecue sauce. While I ate I thought about France. Paris awaits me. The Eiffel Tower. I decided to go to Paris because well, you know, it's a romantic city and all. I was more along the lines of hoping that I would find my imprint there. I tried to imagine what he would look like. I knew that someday I would find him. Where there's a will, there's a way. Jake. Jake was in Alaska with the hybrid child. Yeah, the one that nearly killed Isabella.
Who, who, who? Who indeed. Who would be the one that I'd imprint on? I had a nagging that said I would find the one in France. Preferably Paris. Yes. They said it's like amnesia, whoever you loved before, gone. It's just you and your imprint. Which would be perfectly fine, you know. I do wish I could forget about Sam. I dreamt of getting Emily run over by a car, or a monster truck. Except… what would I do if that really happened? Would Sam love me?
I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew, we were landing. I took off my seatbelt and grabbed my suitcase and anything else that I had. I went out of the airport. Fresh air! I hailed a taxi.
"Hotel." I said, hoping he understood.
"Si. Ok." So he did understand. Good, I didn't want to explain myself. He drove, and we ended up in front of this beautiful hotel. With fountains, everything.
"What is this place?" I whispered, lost in a trance.
"Ze Crillon. Beautiful, si?"
"Mesmerizing…" I whispered, still lost in the trance. Stupid of me? I would think so.
I thought it was lovely acutally. I went inside and booked a Deluxe Suite. It was really cool. Plush beds and pillows, with throw pillows. And a massive bathroom. Good? It couldn't get any better!
I immediately went to look at the newspaper after I settled in. For a job of course. I scanned the Accountant section, not that I'd be an accountant. Just because it was the first thing on the list. Nope. Nothing. I was quite good at computers, even though people don't know, so I checked that. I found a job that paid well, and was about viruses, so I wrote it on a pad of paper the hotel gave me. Then an idea struck me. I've never done modelling before, but I have the perfect attitude and body. I was pretty, not that I'm bragging or anything, and smart. I wasn't like those airheads that go up on stage and walk around. I would be the ultimate model. I would start my own fashion industry, I would design perfumes and clothes, and shoes! I checked the 'Models' section. There was one. It was perfect. It read, High paying salary. Model wanted for swimsuits. Must be tanned with long legs and dark hair and eyes. Call 456841616. Perfect. As in 100%, absolutely for me perfect. I have really long legs, naturally tanned, and I have dark hair and dark eyes.
I grabbed my phone and phoned them. A woman answered. She said there was already a model for the job. I asked if they would just see me. Just a look. She sighed, but I wasn't about to give up. Finally, she agreed. Tomorrow, at eleven. Wear something nice, she said. Nice, I scoffed. I don't own anything that would make me look fat or ugly. Nothing bright yellow or orange. Everything that was lovely on me. That night, I fell asleep with a new thought, a new feeling. For once since Sam ditched me and my dad died, I felt happy. I didn't know that I was still capable of feeling happy. It was kind of a new feeling.
I woke up the next morning extremely excited. The lady also told me to bring some dresses. Easy. My wardrobe was all designer, so it would be hard to choose, but at least I'd have something to wear. Breakfast came in the form of two baguettes, cream cheese with onion and a plate of fruit. Delicious, and healthy too. I brushed my teeth extra carefully, and did all of the other necessary things. I changed into a set of lacy black lingerie. Now, I thought, time! I knew what I was going to wear over, but what about the dresses? I pulled out a pair of skinny jeans that showed off my legs, and a black silk shirt. I pulled out one dress after another, but I finally decided on a purple dress with straps, a fire style dress that showed off my attitude and a satiny dress with blue insides.
I put the dresses in plastic clothes bags, and then put on gold flats. I needed to calm myself. I was so not going to get the job if I turned into a wolf right in front of them. I went down the stairs to the lobby, locking the door behind me of course, and marvelled once again at the extravagance of the lobby. Gold trimmed marble reception desks, a big fountain with real fish in it, and a massive chandelier that had water-droplet shaped pieces of glass hanging down.
I went outside and the man outside hailed a taxi for me. I could get used to this. I told the taxi driver the address and he raised his eyebrows.
"What?" I asked, thinking it was my clothes.
"It is very hard to… get ze appointment at ze Star Agency." He said in his broken english.
"Hard? It was easy. I just phoned them. Now drive." I said, afraid that I was being too nice. Maybe my attitude was wrong?
He drove, and I paid him when we arrived. In front of a mansion. No, seriously, a mansion. It was gorgeous.