Chapter Three
“Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart”
- Washington Irving
WHAT THE FUCK?! I am so sorry for the profanity, I don’t usually curse, but this is a good enough occasion as ever. First of all, that stupid thing Neil gave me wore off at the absolutely worst time. Reason two, you want to know? Let me see. OhYeah!!! That dick of a father asked me the worst question possible. “How is my son here?” I was about to tell him that I have no fucking idea, when I came back here. I think he knew. I know that he knew because if he didn’t then well HE JUST KNEW, OKAY???!! Ugh, I am so pissed, I can’t even think about opening my eyes to let Connor or Mason or whoever else is here to know I am awake. But seriously, how did James get in there. Think Jess think. I remember the day he appeared like it was yesterday.
I was designing my world and adding the waterfall to it. That gorgeous waterfall that I spent so many hours concocting in my mind. It was stunning, as if it was made of a million tiny blue crystals. But back to James. So, I was making the waterfall and thinking about how lonely I was when suddenly, he appeared. That’s it. He appeared. I didn’t invite him, didn’t think of him, nothing. He just appeared.
I guess I hadn’t thought about it much till now. If you ever had one look at James though, you would totally get where I am coming from. I mean how could I question his presence? I mean, I was lonely and needed a friend. But that doesn’t change anything. Why the heck did Neil have to get me thinking about this? I was happy. But then again is it really happiness when the happiness is filled with lies and deceit? This is all way to complicated. I need to think and, I can’t believe I am saying this, open my eyes and face whatever is there. Well, here is goes. I open them and I can’t even begin to describe the surprise I awaken to. I am on a plane. Yes an actual freaking plane, as if that isn’t weird enough for you I was laying on Connor’s lap. Blech. I sat up right away only to realize that Mason was sleeping on my other side. Connor had that annoying smirk on his face.
“Stop.”
Man I sounded like an old guy. Attractive, Jess, really. I cleared my throat. He, of course, laughed. That is just it with Connor, when he is annoying you and knows, he laughs. Well, it’s more like a chuckle. A very annoying, horrible, once very cute chuckle.
“Stop what? What am I doing now, Jess?”
Boys can be so oblivious.
“Staring at me. It’s weird and you have no right to do it anymore.”
He chuckled again and held up his hands as if to surrender.
“Soorrryyy. I hadn’t realized it was a crime. I’ll stop.”
He looked away. At what, I have no idea because he was sitting at the aisle seat and I don’t care. I was about to make an “Hmph” sound but I thought that was a little much. I looked over at Mason. I really hope that he wakes up. I have questions but he looks like he is passed out for good. But I really need answers because I am tired of them never being answered when I want. On the other hand, Connor is the only one that I could possibly think of that could answer them at the moment. Speaking to someone I despise or getting what I really wanted? Despise-Want (need)? Ugh.
“Connor?”
He didn’t turn around but I could feel a smirk forming on his face.
“Oh is your grace talking to me? Your majesty, can I dare to look upon thy face?”
That is it! I punched him in the arm as hard as I could. I gave me my whole strength and wanna know something? It was the worst mistake ever. I guess that angel training actually worked. I think I broke my hand. Connor still hadn’t turned around, though.
“Did you just poke me?”
“You douche nozzle! I punched you and now”
I couldn’t even talk anymore. And now, great, here comes the waterfalls. Damn, I hate crying, especially in front of dicks. He finally turned around and grabbed my hand.
“God, you are a freaking idiot, you know that? What the world were you thinking punching me? You know that I am way strong. These muscles aren’t just for show.”
He grabbed my hand and closed his eyes. I imagined he did some angel mumbo-jumbo because my hand felt 100% better.
“Thanks”
He was still holding my hand, caressing it. He was so strong. I could tell he was being gentle with me. Wait, this is Connor. I pulled my hand away. He cleared his throat.
“Whatever. Just remember next time not to be an idiot and punch an angel.”
I scowled.
“Well, I forget sometimes.”
“Forget what?”
“That you’re an angel. You act like a regular human being. I would know because I have been around them for most of my life.”
“Yeah well angels have been around for even longer. We learn to adapt. Not the high ones, of course. Like the Helkers, they phewwww, they are amazing.”
I made a retching sound and he rolled his eyes.
“Whatever.”
He turned away again. Okay, so not my best idea: getting the guy I want answers from mad. I might be able to make it up, if I hurry. I touched his arm and it took all my strength not to hold on to it.
“Connor, wait, I’m sorry. I don’t care about that anymore. You know what you did is in the past.”
I tried to smile but I don’t know if I succeeded. He looked at my hand then turned around and placed it on my lap. He looked at me with the most amazing look ever. I am telling you that if any regular girl had been looked at like that from someone hideous, she would have fallen hard and fast.
“Yeah you do. I know you do and I don’t blame you. I get why you hate the High Helkers, but I am telling you that they are not evil at all. They are pure, all pure.”
He let out a huge sigh. I guess I never gave them a chance but when you look at the track record I have with these guys, it isn’t good. Thank G-D Mason wasn’t chosen to be one of their lesser angels. Their pets, as I call them, because they do all their bidding for them.
“You can think so, but you can’t change my mind set. Sorry.”
He nodded and started turning back around when I remembered why I had turned him around in the first place. I caught his big, strong, muscular… (what am I saying?) bicep.
“Wait. I do have a couple of questions you know? It’s not like I started talking to you just to get a reason to punch you, although that was a perk.”
I smiled for real this time because I actually meant it. He laughed and ran his long slender fingers through his dirty blonde hair.
“Ask away, my queen.”
Ugh, ever since we were little he had always known how to get under my skin.
“Where the heck are we going?”
“Easy peasy, Canada.”
“Canada? As in moose and ‘eh’ Canada?”
“Yup”
I was so confused.
“Why?”
“Again, an easy one. To keep you safe.”
“Safe from what exactly? And why are you here? Mason can keep me safe all on his own.”
He rolled his gorgeous green eyes. (OHMIGAWD! JESS, STOP! REMEMEMBER WHAT HE DID!)
“I don’t know. Maybe that evil dad of yours that kidnapped Matt, your good one.”
“Sarcastic much? That still doesn’t answer the question why you are here.”
I smirked.
“How many times do I have to tell you that I was assigned to be your guardian?”
Oh yeah. He had told me that before I went into my world. MY WORLD!!! Why hadn’t I gone there? I always go there by now.
“What time is it?”
He looked at his watch.
“Two twenty-five.”
I had woken up at 1. Okay so I had enough time to not freak out. I guess I would go there soon enough. But remembering my world, I remembered something else that Neil said. “You must meet with him alone at a location you will receive in reality.” REALITY! That means that he knows where I live, which means that that was where I was supposed to receive the location. What if he can’t find me, gets mad, and takes it out on my dad?
“We have to go back.”
Connor looked at me like I had finally lost it.
“Right and I am the king of England.”
“Good for you, but we really need to hurry back.”
“That was sarcasm. We are not going back. It’s too dangerous.”
“We have to. You don’t get it.”
“Then enlighten me.”
What am I supposed to say? My demon dad is waiting for me there? Oh, I got it.
“I left my dog.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Your dog?”
“Yup. I love him so much. I can’t possibly leave him behind.”
“You can’t leave him behind? Okay then good.”
“Good? So are we going back?”
“Nope because he is in the cargo part of the plane. GOOD thing I brought him.”
He smiled. Think, Jess, think. LIGHTBULB!
“I have to pee.”
“Congratulations.”
He got up to let me through.
“Go ahead. Bathroom is to left at the end, past the curtain.”
I started scooting out then stopped.
“Just give me my toilet paper.”
“They have toilet paper.”
I seemed appalled.
“I only use special toilet paper from Norway. It is handcrafted to suit me perfectly. Not too soft, not too hard. Just right. If you don’t have it we have to go back to my apartment and get it. I cannot for the life of me remember the name of it.”
I smiled. He rolled his eyes.
“They have angel soft. Same difference. Now go, I’m blocking the aisle.”
I crossed my arms and acted like a five year old. I should have become an actress.
“I refuse to place that filth on my bottom and I will have you know that the saying is ‘same thing’ not ‘same difference’. That doesn’t even make sense.”
He gave up. I scooted back in my seat and he sat down.
“Fine. Hold it.”
For the next five minutes I was squealing like a little girl, trying to hold in my pee (that really wasn’t there). I think Connor finally got tired of it.
“Stop squirming. I know you don’t have to pee. I know that you don’t care about your dumb dog and I know for a fact that you don’t have special toilet paper.”
“Are you calling me a liar? How dare you assume something so vulgar? Do you truly think that low of me?”
He chuckled and rolled his eyes at the same time.
“I am not assuming anything. Angel remember?”
What did that have to do with anything? He let out a big sigh.
“I have a built in lie detector.”
Oh yeah. That I forgot.
“So what’s this really about? Why do you really wanna go back home?”
“Can’t you read minds too?”
He shook his head as hard as he could.
“No only the High Helkers can do that and they tend not to because it is very painful for both the mind reader and the person who’s mind is being read.”
You learn something new every day. I might as well tell him because I have nothing better to do.
“I am expecting something from my ‘bad dad’ and I am not sure that he could find me in Canada.”
“What are you expecting?”
“Promise not to tell anyone?”
I looked at his eyes and he seemed torn.
“I don’t know. When we angels make a promise we have to keep it no matter what. I”
He let out a deep sigh.
“Okay. What?”
“He sent a messenger to meet me in my world with some information. I didn’t get specifics but I did get that my ‘bad dad’ wants…”
I felt Mason stir beside me. Connor looked over my shoulder and I turned around. Mason was definitely waking up.
“Mmmmmmm. Hey Jess.”
He stretched and yawned, the whole nine yards. Connor excused himself to go get us coffee. Mason looked confused.
“What did I miss? Or rather what did I intrude on?”
I started to blush. I cannot believe that I was about to tell Connor my plan. Stupid. Mason studied me for awhile and then his eyes got huge.
“Jess, BFFFFFL, please tell me there is nothing going on with you and Connor.”
“NOOO! Oh wow no never!”
“Good because that would be horrendous and he isn’t your type and you aren’t his.”
Oh he could not be more wrong. I just laughed.
“You just want him all to yourself.”
He looked hurt for a split second then back to happy-go-lucky Mason. He hugged me and boy did I need it. We stayed like that till Connor brought us our coffee. We all drank it in silence. Mason was the first to speak.
“How long was I out?”
“About 3 hours.”
Mason cracked his neck. Always a nasty habit.
“I told you to wake me when she came back to us.”
Connor shrugged.
“Oops. Plus, you needed the sleep because you got the next shift. As soon as I’m done with my coffee, I am going to the back to sleep.”
I felt like a child but I didn’t feel like telling them that. We all finished at the same time and Connor left to the back. I turned to Mason.
“Why didn’t you sleep in the back?”
“Because that is for stewardesses only.”
“Then how come he can sleep there?”
Mason smiled.
“Angel charm.”
I am not sure that is what it’s really called but I didn’t question.
“Why didn’t you use it to sleep back there? Beds are way more comfortable than seats. I’m guessing that’s what’s back there.”
“Yeah beds and they are more comfortable but it feels weird hitting on other women, I mean, women, period.”
He just kept that grin on his face. Unlike Connor’s, his was cute and sweet.
“Plus, I couldn’t leave your side. What kind of best friend would I be if I did?”
Man, I love Mason.
“I love you, too.”
Huh? Had I said it aloud? Weird. I just laid on his chest and dozed off. I think while I was drifting to sleep, he might have started talking, but I cannot fully remember………..
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