2. The Not-Being-Annoying-Rules

[ edited 2nd Dec 2015 ]

How could one day be filled with so many ups and downs?

First, I ran into the jerk who ploughed me over, broke my phone and disappeared without bothering to repair said phone. Then I met a sweet old lady who gave me her first class seat and now I'd just walked in on Sir Jerk-A-Lot making a nuisance of himself -again- in the same flight I was boarding on the way to Los Angeles. Can my day get any worse?

"I don't want anyone seating next to me," he said to the flight attendant, his shades still covering his eyes. Two flight attendants were attending to him.

Why was he covering his eyes? Did he have an infection?

"Sorry sir, but the flight's full and the seat's been booked," the flight attendant replied with a hopeful smile on her face.

"I don't want anyone seating next to me. I don't want to be disturbed during the flight over and I need to catch up on some work. A person sitting next to me will be such a distraction and I don't need that."

"But-"

"I can pay for both seats."

"But-"

"Fine, I'll pay double for the seat." He began to reach for something, and since he was reaching for the back of his jeans I concluded it to be his wallet.

Ignorant, spoiled, privileged over-spending ass! The jerk was not giving up! Who did he think he was, having two seats to himself? I felt a rush of sympathy for his neighbor.

Just then Max, the attendant helping me, came back. "Lucky you," he commented again for the third time since he heard about the dilemma. "From economy to first class eh?" He smiled, making himself looked cuter than when he didn't smile. "Now let's see," he looks over Mrs Laurent's ticket, now mine. "Hmmm... Seat 3B."

He heads over to the seat and stopped directly beside the attendant still in an argument with Sir Jerks-A-Lot.

"Lily," Max addressed one of the attendants, the one Sir Jerks-A-Lot had been addressing, "Can you move over a smidgen, the passenger's here?" Okay, Max was certainly gay. What straight guy says smidgen? Just then what he said hits me.

My day just a got a whole lot worse.

"Ma'am," Max called me over. "Found your seat." He nodded towards the aisle seat next to Sir Jerk-A-Lot, with a suggestive smile.

I am supposed to be sitting next to Sir Jerks-A-Lot?

I sauntered over like a lamb to slaughter, hoping that Sir Jerks-A-Lot didn't recognize me. Of course, that was too much to ask for.

"You?" was the first word out of his big mouth.

I was quite proud of myself, leaving him speechless. Well, one word was speechless when dealing with him considering that he tended to talk on and on and on.

"Yes, it's me jerk-face," I offered a scowl. "Looks like we're stuck together." I stuffed my carry-on into the overhead compartment and sat down in the luxurious armchair of a seat. It could definitely fit two adults or three children.

My muscles sighed in relief as the smooth leather seat soothed my tired muscles from the hectic start to my morning. Thanks Mrs Laurent, I thought as I smiled at the memory of the old woman.

"First time in first-class, I presume?" Sir Jerks-A-Lot said. Looks like he was up for meager chatter.

I turned my face slightly to him, staring into the dark shades he was wearing and wondering why in good heavens he was wearing them... inside the plane. I shoot a curt nod his way before turning straight ahead and shutting the world out.

"I've got a proposition for you," he began, undeterred by my lack of reply. "You go find another seat and I'll give you a thousand dollars."

Well, that got my attention.

My eyes dart over to him, wondering what he was doing. A thousand dollars? That was twice my economy class ticket, if not three.

He took my lack of response as a no. "Okay, okay. How about two thousand dollars?"

What in the name of all that's good and righteous was going on?

He'll give me two thousand dollars if I don't sit next to him?

Rich, egotistical, spoiled brat! I should say yes and rob him of his money, after all, I didn't want to sit next to him too. Might as well get him to pay for something we mutually wanted. But then again, I'm just about to agree when I note that that would be totally unappreciative of me towards Mrs Laurent.

I arched a brow before saying firmly, "No!" Then I turned my head back to its original position and reclined it against the seat.

"Okay, then how about a picture?"

Talk about self-conceited and egotistic. Why would I want a picture?

I turned to face him, in awe of his cockiness. Was he that self-obsessed that he thought a picture with him would entice me more than two thousand dollars and a first-class seat?

He shot me a smile that's meant to be sexy and he worked it perfectly. I could picture the many individuals of the female species that would have fallen for that smile. I would have too if I wasn't still a little sore over the recent demise of my phone.

"No."

"No?" He looked surprised that I had said no.

"This seat is sort of a gift to me. It'll be like throwing it back in the giver's face if I sell-out to you, so no!"

"She gave it to you?" He scowled at me. He must have never known the feeling that was gratitude.

I nodded. Maybe he'd found out about the predicament with Ms Laurent.

"Fine," he sighed, "but don't be annoying."

"Says the pot, calling the kettle black," I said.

He glared at me. "Did you just call me a pot?"

I nodded before turning away from him and looking for the flight attendant. I'll definitely be needing something strong if I'm to be sitting next to Sir Jerks-A-Lot.

"What's your name?"

"Didn't we just cover the not being annoying rule?" I turned back to him, scowling. "It goes like this, you stay in your space and I'll stay in mine. I'll be quiet and I expect you to extend me the same courtesy. Okay?"

Sir Jerks-A-Lot furrowed his brows together in confusion.

Hmm... I don't think he's been put in his place before. Alex 1 - Jerk 0.

"Fine," he muttered before angling himself away from me. A minute later, he's got his tray table out and stacks of bound paper on it with CONFIDENTIAL written in front.

Confidential? Seriously? What was he? A spy or something?

I pulled out the headphones and listened to the music streaming out. Adele. Hmm... She seems alright.

Suddenly the plane shakes and my body tensed up. I gripped onto the nearest thing I could, feeling comforted by the strength and warmth.

Calm down Alex! Stay calm!

Suddenly the shaking stopped and everything is smooth riding again, just before a loud laugh fills the air.

I turned around to face Sir Jerks-A-Lot, whose laughing out loud nonstop without a sense of embarrassment.

"You're a wimp," he managed to throw in in between he continued his nonstop laughter. "Don't tell me this is your first time on a plane."

"It's not," I snapped.

"Then how do you explain this?" To my embarrassment he raised his hands, my fingers perfectly entwined with his own, his hand was pale white from me squeezing the blood out of it.

I yanked my hand back like I'd been dangling it in front of a python. "I'm not scared of flying, I was just taken by surprise," I explained, my voice less snappy than it was before.

"Not-Being-Annoying-Rule#2: Don't invade personal space," he said, smirking at me.

I don't reply but turned back to plug my headphones on.

"Nice name by the way."

"What do you mean?"

"Alex... I like it," he says.

"How do you know my name?"

"Calm down Alex! Stay calm!" He mimicked my voice to perfection, surprisingly.

My face flushed red. I'd said that out loud? Trying to throw the attention away from me, I dared to ask, "So what's your name?"

"Personal space, remember? I take it that it extends to personal details?"

Alex 1 - Jerk 1.

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