3. On The Road
"All of your things packed?" My Dad asked me as he hugged me.
"Yes." I said not returning the hug I hated how he hugged me or showed affection it was stupid how the weak loved but the strong we lived love was just an excuse to say 'I want to sleep with you.' "Can I go now?"
"Go." My Dad directed as I walked towards the stupid excuse for a plane, I walked in and sat my bag on the stupid jet sitting down in the first seat I saw I took my headphones out and stuck them in my ears.
"Excuse me." Someone said making me look up and take out my headphones.
"Yes?" I asked sweetly battering my eyebrows like a high school flirt would do to get her own way.
"Your in my seat."
"That's not all I'm in." I muttered, I stood up moved aside letting him sit where he says he has to sit in and I sat in the seat beside him I went to stick my headphones back in but he spoke again.
"Let me guess popular, arrogant, thinks he can get everything he wants because his in a stupid worldwide band called One Erection?" I asked. "Yeah I know your type."
"It's Direction." Liam said correcting me.
"Yeah whatever and my real name isn't Jamelanie but people don't call me Jamie for nothing." I said sarcastically making him laugh.
"Your name is Jamelanie?" He asked cracking up.
"Don't laugh." I said playfully slapping him but than thought of the real meaning of my name and gently smiled. "My Mum named me, she was my best friend until she died when I turned 13 I turned to the dark and hate my Dad for letting my Mum walk out of that door."
"Really?" Another voice said interesting.
"Who are you?" I asked completly confused by the curly haired guy.