Rushed (Hate at First Flight #1) ??

2. The Not-Being-Annoying-Rules

"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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