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Chapter 1-Plane

*Edited*
I am currently going to the airport to board a plane to my college. I am in the last year of my college. As usual my mom Hannah is crying. I seriously don't understand why she is crying. It's not like I am a soldier going to war. I am just going to college and it is not my first time either.

I live away from parents ever since 11th grade to get better education. They wanted to have a good education. My college is in New York but we live in Boston. I am an only child so that makes it even more difficult for my mom to let me go. One would think that after all these years she would not cry, but no. She cries each and every time I leave for college.

Sure, I miss my parents but I am not much of an emotional person to cry. And I also don't like to see my mom cry. It is not a good sight to see. My father, David is not crying but I can see him sad. I am a daddy's girl. He is always by my side. I love him and I am his princess.

Sorry I don't think I introduced myself. I am Destiny. Astrea Destiny Faith. And no I am not a foreigner. I am a pure American. You see the reason behind this I am born late to my parents they adore me so much! My dad said after I was born I opened my eyes and looked at him innocently with cute big eyes. You don't believe me right? Yes, I don't believe that story too. I mean come on! How can a new born look with big eyes? It's only possible in anime and cartoons. In real life it's not possible.

That aside the story is that my father love my eyes, sorry innocent eyes and for him I was like an angel. A pure, innocent angel and hence he named me 'Astrea' a Greek word which means innocence.  It really irritates me when people ask me if I am not native American. I can't tell this story to every one right? Oh and also Destiny is because they think, no, believe I am destined for great things.

I actually like the name Astrea a tad  bit more but because of this long explanation I just stick with Destiny. Do you think my misery ended there? Nope! Not at all! You see the register for attendance where the teacher thinks calling one by last name is the polite and right thing to do? That is where the problem started. Miss Faith. So my name as per my friends is Destiny Faith which is more like two adjectives came together and they find way more funny and a way to tease me. And telling my Greek name would only add to my misery so I had to keep quiet about my full name. 

But it doesn't mean I hate my name. It is MY name and I like it no matter what people would think. In fact I do like my name. Not only is it unique but has a very good meaning too. Though I don't tell my dad I am happy that he named 'Astrea Destiny'. Just a tad bit annoyed when people ask me about it. We finally reached the airport and it is time for me to board the plane.

"We will miss you honey." My mom hugged me and started crying more. I patted her back and smiled.

"Mom, don't cry. I will be back for holidays and this is the last year of my college."

"Then you will go away for job this time and you won't have holidays like in college to visit us."

"Mom, we have what is a called leave to visit you then and I still haven't got a job remember. Who knows I might get in Boston."

"That would be great!" My mom cheered a little with the idea of me getting a job in our town and staying with her. I relaxed slightly to know that she calmed down a little. I don't know where I will work but it is fine with me if my mom thinks I will get it here if that makes her feel better. If I work somewhere, we can think about it when the time comes.

I hugged my dad next. "Take care of mom and yourself dad." I said. "Sure thing sweety. Take care of yourself. Call me when you reach there." I nodded. I live therein a small apartment.My dad helps me and I also work part time to meet the expenses. My dad said he would cover it all but I don't want to that so I work part time. My dad is a surgeon and my mom stays at home. I bid them goodbye and boarded the plane.

My seat was in the middle next to the window seat. I pouted a little. I like the window seat. I spend all the flight time looking through the window. I like looking through the window. The clouds and the birds sometimes, everything fascinates me. Sigh! I can't do anything. I noticed that two guys were seated on either side. They looked young and I didn't bother looking at their faces. I placed my luggage up and sat down in the middle taking out a novel to read.

The flight took off with the air hostess doing their usual things.

"Che aria hostess è caldo"

The guy on my left said. Great! I have a pervert sitting beside me. His voice is good and judging from his voice he is young. May be a couple of years elder to me.. He spoke in Italian. I took a class in Italian language in my high school. I can't talk but I can understand. He said that the air hostess looked hot. I peaked from my book and looked at the air hostess out of curiosity. She looked good indeed.

But that didn't give him the right to say such things. I have to sit beside this player for around one and half hour. I think that they don't know that I can understand Italian. More like he used Italian so that I wouldn't understand. Then the other guy on the window side grunted.

"Venite sull uomo! È necessario allentare fino." (Come on man! You need to loosen up.)

Thank god! At least one person is in their right mind.And his voice is good too. More than the perverted guy's actually or I am biased because he is perverted. Either way I don't care. I pray to god that the perverted guy doesn't stay long with the good guy. What? Bad company turns good people bad. I will feel bad if this good guy turns bad.

"Ho già detto che non importa ciò che è dire che io non sono interessato a giocare con le ragazze . I 'd stare lontano da loro . Non cercare di cambiare la mia mente , perché sapete che non avrete successo. E perché diavolo stai parlando in italiano . In modo che la ragazza non poteva capire ? " (I've already said that no matter what you say I am not interested in playing with the girls . I 'd stay away from them . Do not try to change my mind , because you know that you will not succeed. And why the hell are you talking in Italian . So that the girl could not understand ? ")

The good guy said. Yep! He is definitely a good boy.

"Si."(Yes) Perverted guy answered. "Non vi è modo che lei conosce la lingua."(There's no way that she know the language.)

He is answering the question regarding the usage of Italian I guess! Ha! If only you knew that I can understand you perfectly well. Internal evil smile.

"Vi manca tutto il divertimento uomo"(You are missing all the fun man) Perverted guy continued with his explanation of using Italian language.

"È divertente da fare così. Non riesce a capire di che cosa sto dicendo. E avremo la privacy. Ecco perché ho imparato un linguaggio nuovo! Possiamo anche parlare di lei e lei non capisce." (It is fun to do so. She can't understand what I am saying. And we will have privacy. That's why I learnt new language! We can even talk about her and she won't understand.)

But I think there is also the fact that some can understand Italian! You have to be careful perverted guy!

"Perché non prova a colpire questa ragazza. Scommetto che Ella farà cadere ai nostri piedi. Questo è ciò che tutte le ragazze fanno un semplice flirty sorriso e un paio di pick up linee, è possibile avere la ragazza. I nostri corpi mortali sono un plus. Scommetto che nessuna ragazza può resistere a."(Why don't you try hitting this girl. I bet she will fall at our feet. That's what all girls do, a simple flirty smile and a few pick up lines, you can have the girl. Our killer bodies are a plus. I bet no girl can resist.)

He, I mean perverted guy is suggesting to the good guy that he hit on me. My blood is boiling with anger. I have to force myself to stay calm. I don't want them to know that I can understand them. To be honest I don't give a shit about what he thinks. I don't want to talk with them. Just try and read your book Destiny, that is your destiny. But how dare he say that about me? I won't even look at men like you even if you die. That's true. I never had a boyfriend and I am not going to get one based on looks. 

"No grazie."(No thanks.) Good guy cut off my thoughts with his answer. His answer pacified me a little. I am afraid if he answered in the same way as the perverted guy I would have snapped. Good guy, you need to get away from him. Run away from him and never look back. I am telling you this is for your safety.

"L'uomo! Perché non siete interessati a ragazze? Sei sicuro di non sono gay?" (Man! Why are you not interested in girls? Are you sure you are not gay?)

Why do people assume that a person is gay when they are refusing to hit on a girl? Real man resists all temptations.

"Io non sono gay e non sto andando a trovare una ragazza o hanno un fling festival per dimostrare che a voi. Io odio la specie femmina e non ho voglia di fare niente con loro. Fine della discussione."(I am not gay and I am not going to get a girlfriend or have a fling to prove that to you. I hate female species and I don't want to do anything with them. End of discussion.)

Why does the good guy hates girls. He said 'female species' as if girls are some untouchables. I guess he hates girls deeply. I can't do anything about it. Furthermore it's none of my business. I don't think that the good guy will appreciate a total stranger asking him why he hates girls and trying to prove him wrong. That would be totally weird.

My thoughts were cut short when this perverted guy pushed my book down all of a sudden and moved his towards me invading my personal bubble and smiling like idiot. I jumped in surprise and moved my head backwards to create more space.

"Hey beautiful!" I scoffed internally at the perverted guys words. but kept a blank face. I don't want to create a drama. Stay silent is always my policy. "What are you reading?"

I put the cover of the book to his face so that he can read the title and also to create space between us. It worked and he moved a little backward so that he can read the title. Thank god it worked!

"Oh!" He replied smiling after reading the book. I started reading the book again ignoring him.

"Vedere! Ho appena detto bella. Ella ha presentato il libro di fronte a lei per coprire se stessa dal rossore."(See! I just said beautiful. She put the book in front of her to cover herself from blushing.) Perverted guy turned to Good guy immediately and said those words. The hell! Who is blushing? You have a great imagination man.

"Non credo sia così. Lei lo ha utilizzato per spingere lontano."(I don't think so. She used it to push you away.) You are very much right good guy! Tell that to your friend.

"Nessun modo! Nessuno è in grado di resistere a questo uomo sexy."(No way! Nobody can resist this sexy man.) Sexy my ass.

"Si, si."(Yeah, yeah.)

Next one hour passed uneventful with that perverted guy trying to make me talk and me giving short and polite answers. The whole time the good guy stayed silent doing who knows what. My eyes never left the novel even while answering the perverted guy. That idiot! I will kick him. My patience is running thin at his attempts and I am forcing myself to stay calm. I don't want to hit him or do something along those lines and bring attention to myself.

Finally it is time for landing and I will be free from this perverted guy. Just a little more time. You know time stops when you need it to go faster and goes faster when you need it to go slow. The past one hour went dead slow. I am just an inch closer to strangle this guy and kill him. I so wanna grab his collar and throw him off the plane through the window. I was really very, very angry fuming with wrath. Just a little more and I will snap. My patience is hanging by a little thread.

"Io vado a darle il mio numero e prendere la sua." (I am going to give her my number and take hers.) Like hell I am going to give my number. "Ella è così timido. Lei ha parlato molto di meno. Sapete timido ragazze sono così forte e coraggiosa nel letto. Non posso attendere per il suo tocco e gus..."( She is so shy. She spoke very less. You know shy girls are so loud and bold in bed. I can't wait to touch her and tas..)

  That did it! It lost control on my anger and hit him with the book in my hand cutting him off from continuing. Mind you this is a thick book and I showed all of the anger built up inside me all this one hour in the hit. He winced at the hit and looked at me in shock. By now anger is overflowing all around me. I am pissed beyond comparison.  

"I tried with all my strength to ignore you and pay deaf ear to your comments. But no! You won't hold that perverted mind and tongue of yours." I hissed. "I showed you the book to regain my personal space which you have invaded and my cut short answers were because I am avoiding you, not because I am shy. How thick headed are you? And your looks.." I paused and looked at him from head to toe. Totally muscular, the way girls, sorry in his case sluts, desire and he looked okay. Extremely stylish and looked posh with all the branded items he wore. Guess he is rich. That explains his cocky attitude. "I don't know who told you, you are a sexy man but you are just okay. Guess he or she wants something and told you so." I fumed. We missed the air hostess last announcement in all this and when I ended the flight landed and people are getting up. I rose without hesitating. He went back a little thinking I am about to hit him again. Yeah, you should fear me. I went and stood at the back seat to take my luggage.

"Man, she hit me real hard. Who knows she can understand me? I have to learn a new language and before using I have to know whether they know that language or not."

I hit him again not as harshly as before. "It is not new language that you learn. New way of thinking and manners."

With that I left without turning back and got off the plane. I didn't see the good guy even once. Only the perverted guy but that doesn't matter I guess. The faster I forget the better.

***************************************************************************************How is it guys? Let me know what you think. Sorry if there are any mistakes in Italian conversations. I used google to help me. If someone can help with the mistakes I highly appreciate it. Till next update! Read, vote and comment! 

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