This is old, yup, but I'll continue
So, it's not like I was rich and shallow enough to have a private helicopter, okay?
This guy drove me all the way droning on about this guy, John something. Well, his name MEANT John in Iraqi dialect, never too sure what it really was....
Anyway, I was actually kind of nervous. Strange, eh? I was such a slut when it came to boys. Somehow I knew "John" was different.
I was scrunching my curls, praying that today's look looked fresh when we pulled up to JFK. Seriously, the cab driver had to be screaming my name to bring my out of my temporary coma... thing.
So, I got out of the plane, heel first. Wow, I remember what I was wearing... a sheer black ensemble with a miniskirt and strappy heels. Just cause you go to private school doesn't mean you have to be preppy!
I walked in, winking at the guy by the desk, reminding him who my father was. I wanna be more famous then Jason someday. I'm thinking of singing, but I wanted to write my own songs- at the time I could only think of songs about popularity, dates, and YOU KNOW WHAT.
So, I walked into the international terminal. Then, I saw him.
His name was John. He was REALLY good-looking. He had medium skin and deep brown eyes and looked buff. But... I dunno, something clicked. He knew exactly who I was before I could say it.
"Hi." he said. I SO regret doing this, but I didn't realize someone THAT hot could speak fluent English.
"He-llo." I said as if he were retarded. "My NAME is ROCHELLE MASSEY. You are going to be STAYING with us." Ouch.
"Yeah, the guy at the agency told me." he replied. What's a girl to do but laugh?
"Sorry, I..." I said. And for the first time in my life... I couldn't finish my sentence while talking to a boy.
"There's a suite for you on the top floor." the... customs person said.
"Sweet." John replied. I felt like I floated after him...
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"Um, here we are." I said actually panting. Guess skipping the stair climber all those years didn't pay off when I had to walk up five flights of circular stairs.
"This is where I'm staying?" he said. Hey, if I had spent my life under evil rule and now a senseless war, I'd be surprised to stay in a castle-esque room myself. I had always wanted that room... Jason always thought that guests were more important, I guess.
"Well, yeah." I said. I sighed and put down one of his bags.
"Um..." he just said. I really hoped this wouldn't turn out weird....
"I should go." I said, trying to laugh the awkwardness off.
"See ya." he said.
I descended the stairs, unable to breathe every moment I replayed the last hour.
TO BE CONTINUED
