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Authors: Rachel van Dyken
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that wasn’ t an email from Bobby, but i t looks to be his email address. Want to know how I know?”
“Nope and it ’ s none of your business.” I grab my stuff and push forward without looking at him.
“He’s a womanizer ,” Preston answers without my asking him.
Spinning around to face him, I’m momentarily taken a back . I hadn’t realized how close our faces now were. Whispering so no one can hear me, “What makes you think that? Are you jealous?”
“Hardly.” He huffs. His mouth smells like peppermint. I ’ m momentarily dazed by his lips before I answer.
“Well, it ’ s not a big deal . Plus I ’ ve been down that road and back , thank you. I do n’ t wish to re-visit it.”
I turn my head and put my stuff on the security belt before taking off my shoes. Preston does the same , but I can tell by the way he ’ s looking at me that this conversation is far from over.
“What do you mean re-visit it? Have you dated that tool before?” He looks disgusted with the idea.
“It was a long time ago and I’ve changed.” Stepping through the metal detectors, I sigh as I hear the beeping sound . I take off all my jewelry including my earrings and r ings and step through again. Pr eston watches in amusement as the beeping still goes off. Emptying my pockets , I continue to beep , so now I ’ m called by the uniformed officer , and I brace myself to be searched.
Preston walks through clean as a whistle , while I ’ m getting patted down by a man named Jorge. I weakly smile as the beeper stops at my belly button and goes off telling everyone within a safe distance that I ’ m either smuggling a gun in my pa nts or I have a piercing. P raying they think it’s a gun , I whisper to Jorge in hushed tones that I have a bellybutton ring.
“You must take off belly ring , ma ’a m.” His accent sounds Spanish . H e uses his hands to show me that I need t o lift my shirt. This can’t be happening, but it is so I slowly lift my shirt revealing a tiny belly button piercing. As if my embarrassment is n’ t enough , he pulls out the beeper stick again and runs it over the piercing “just to make sure ” .
Glancing over at Preston , I see his eyes are locked on my piercin g instead of my face. He ’ s judging me . I was only eighteen and it was a rite of passage . I still remember Grandma Ned ’ s face when she found out that her grand- daughter had a hole in her belly button. She made me memorize the chapter in Proverbs that talks about the perfect woman as if to tell me that it was so far from what I was that it would do me some good to engrain it in my head.
Closing my eyes, I ’ m finally told I ’m free to leave. A lthough Preston has an unreadable expression on his face, he has at least had the decency to grab all of my stuff. We waited for Kristin and Brad to go through then began heading to our gate.
“What a n interesting piercing , Amanda ,” Preston tease s .
“I was eighteen .” I t was useless to defend myself against this man.
“I t ’ s funny; it shows you are n’t as controlled as you ’ d like people to think.” He leans down letting his peppermint breath fan my face and says , “I like it , ” before catching up with Brad.
Kristin turns around noticing my discomfort and asks , to o loud might I add, “Amanda why are y ou all red? Are you tired sweetie ? Are you ok ay?” Why can’t women read each other’s minds? It would be so m uch easier on everyone. Preston ’s laugh ing, I only know because though I’m behind him, I see his shoulders shake , transla tion, he ’ s barely able to contain his mirth. There ’ s no justice in the world, I hate that he knows how uncomfortable h e makes me feel. It’s so inconvenient to wear your emotions on your sleeve.
We get to the gate in record time, meaning Brad was so obsessive about us getting to the airport two hours before our flight that we literally got to our gate two hours before boarding . This is not a good
“Nope and it ’ s none of your business.” I grab my stuff and push forward without looking at him.
“He’s a womanizer ,” Preston answers without my asking him.
Spinning around to face him, I’m momentarily taken a back . I hadn’t realized how close our faces now were. Whispering so no one can hear me, “What makes you think that? Are you jealous?”
“Hardly.” He huffs. His mouth smells like peppermint. I ’ m momentarily dazed by his lips before I answer.
“Well, it ’ s not a big deal . Plus I ’ ve been down that road and back , thank you. I do n’ t wish to re-visit it.”
I turn my head and put my stuff on the security belt before taking off my shoes. Preston does the same , but I can tell by the way he ’ s looking at me that this conversation is far from over.
“What do you mean re-visit it? Have you dated that tool before?” He looks disgusted with the idea.
“It was a long time ago and I’ve changed.” Stepping through the metal detectors, I sigh as I hear the beeping sound . I take off all my jewelry including my earrings and r ings and step through again. Pr eston watches in amusement as the beeping still goes off. Emptying my pockets , I continue to beep , so now I ’ m called by the uniformed officer , and I brace myself to be searched.
Preston walks through clean as a whistle , while I ’ m getting patted down by a man named Jorge. I weakly smile as the beeper stops at my belly button and goes off telling everyone within a safe distance that I ’ m either smuggling a gun in my pa nts or I have a piercing. P raying they think it’s a gun , I whisper to Jorge in hushed tones that I have a bellybutton ring.
“You must take off belly ring , ma ’a m.” His accent sounds Spanish . H e uses his hands to show me that I need t o lift my shirt. This can’t be happening, but it is so I slowly lift my shirt revealing a tiny belly button piercing. As if my embarrassment is n’ t enough , he pulls out the beeper stick again and runs it over the piercing “just to make sure ” .
Glancing over at Preston , I see his eyes are locked on my piercin g instead of my face. He ’ s judging me . I was only eighteen and it was a rite of passage . I still remember Grandma Ned ’ s face when she found out that her grand- daughter had a hole in her belly button. She made me memorize the chapter in Proverbs that talks about the perfect woman as if to tell me that it was so far from what I was that it would do me some good to engrain it in my head.
Closing my eyes, I ’ m finally told I ’m free to leave. A lthough Preston has an unreadable expression on his face, he has at least had the decency to grab all of my stuff. We waited for Kristin and Brad to go through then began heading to our gate.
“What a n interesting piercing , Amanda ,” Preston tease s .
“I was eighteen .” I t was useless to defend myself against this man.
“I t ’ s funny; it shows you are n’t as controlled as you ’ d like people to think.” He leans down letting his peppermint breath fan my face and says , “I like it , ” before catching up with Brad.
Kristin turns around noticing my discomfort and asks , to o loud might I add, “Amanda why are y ou all red? Are you tired sweetie ? Are you ok ay?” Why can’t women read each other’s minds? It would be so m uch easier on everyone. Preston ’s laugh ing, I only know because though I’m behind him, I see his shoulders shake , transla tion, he ’ s barely able to contain his mirth. There ’ s no justice in the world, I hate that he knows how uncomfortable h e makes me feel. It’s so inconvenient to wear your emotions on your sleeve.
We get to the gate in record time, meaning Brad was so obsessive about us getting to the airport two hours before our flight that we literally got to our gate two hours before boarding . This is not a good
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