Meant To Be

chapter 10

I woke up suddenly when feeling a cold hand touch my shoulder. I opened my eyes and saw that Trevor was trying to get my attention. A stewardess was standing next to him in the aisle. "Would you like one packet of each peanuts and pretezels, 2 packets of peanuts, or 2 packets of pretzels?" She asked. "One of each will be fine." I said, rubbing my eyes. She handed me the snacks and proceeded to the next row of people behind us. "Did you sleep well? I was knocked out until she came by." Trevor said, stretching his arms in the air. "I was gone!" I said, smiling. Trevor giggled while watching me gain my composure. I looked out the window to see the amazing view of clouds passing by as well as the sky miles above the ground. Everything was calm. I felt safe. I felt relieved for once. The rest of the flight was a blur. Trevor and I talked a bit, and I realized we were flirting heavily. Still I was on the way to find Jussie. No one was getting in the way of that. When we landed I slid my shoes on (I took them off during the flight) , grabbed my bag , my phone, and my hoodie. I walked off the plane behind Trevor. We stopped and stood by the restrooms. I was so lost. All these people going any and everywhere I could possibly imagine. Trevor was taller than me. I didn't notice until he looked down at me. "I had fun with you. Do you mind trading numbers, Kik, Instagram,....everything?" He looked into my eyes with a passion that couldn't be explained. "I'd...I'd love that." I blushed a little as we both unlocked our phones and handed them to each other, adding each other in contacts as well as social media. After giving each other our phones back, we looked at each other sadly. "I really don't want to leave, but I have to go meet my aunt." Trevor said, sadness in his eyes. "I don't want to either, but we know we have to." Trevor hugged me, allowing me to indulge in his scent as I hugged back. "Goodbye." Trevor waved before walking off. "Goodbye." I said, walking in the opposite direction. I had a little difficulty, but I managed to find the front entrance of the airport. I went to a quiet cornered seating area and asked my Google app aloud where Jussie and Yazz would be in Chicago. "Harold Washington Cultural Center." At that moment I walked out of the building in search of a taxi. There was one conveniently located right in front. I got in and asked the driver if he knew what hotel was closest to the Harold Washington Cultural Center. He said the Mariott. I asked him to take me there and exhaled deeply. My mission had just begun.