Fearless

As soon as the seat belt sign was turned off, Selena got up to get her hand luggage but she could not reach it even with her height. She then realized that the plane was completely different than the other airlines she used in the past.

The ceiling was higher than normal, each side of the plane had a two leather couch seat and a foldable table.

She tried on jumping to reach the lock button and when she did, her face brightened up but her next problem will be getting her bag.

She blows a sighed and turned her head into a different direction, checking for available attendant but since they just took off, everyone was busy.

Opposite to her chair was an old man with his wife. She collected all the courage she has and asked for his help.

"Mister, would you help me and get my bag please?" she asked kindly.

To her shock, the old man's wife suddenly glared at her.

"Hey! Stop seducing my husband. You filthy woman!" the old woman snarled at her.

Selena took a step back while her eyes widened in shock and embarrassment. She nibbled on her lower lips and turned to the man next to her seat.

"Need my help honey?" he playfully asked.

Selena rolled her eyes on him and turned to the attendant who came close after noticing the commotion made by the old woman.

"Let me get it for you," the attendant said. Selena smiled at him and uttered the word 'thank you' after the attendant handed her bag.

She sat on her chair and opened her laptop when the man next to her suddenly pokes her cheeks.

Selena shut her eyes for a moment and thank God that she was not sitting next to the fire exit or else she might have already force it open and throw the pervert man next to her.

She ignored him and proceed on reading the novel her friend asked her to leave a review.

Just as much as she ignores him, the man was so desperate to get her attention. He kept on leaning closer to her that she could almost smell her manly scent or he sometimes peek on the screen of her laptop and read whatever she was writing.

When she noticed that he was so deep in reading her review, and he was saying it aloud, she purposely typed in "I am a pervert idiot maniac" and some people in the airplane, as well as the attendants, turned to their direction with half-smile on their lips.

But the man was not even a bit embarrassed. Instead, with the same tone and volume, he spoke "you forgot to add hot and gorgeous" and he gave her a demonic smirk.

Selena wrinkled her face to disagree and said, "Nah! Hot and gorgeous words don't suit you. But pervert and maniac are," she mirrored his smile and went back to her laptop.

For some minutes, Selena was able to concentrate. The man next to her was not disturbing her and she was somehow relieved that finally, the man has given up on pestering her.

When a light suddenly flickered on her side, Selena turned and saw the man holding his camera and the lens was pointing at her.

Her eyes swelled, both in shock and disbelief.

"Were you taking my picture?" she exclaimed.

The man didn't respond, he just shoved his camera inside a gray bag and turned his head to the window, ignoring her question.

Selena tried to calm her trembling body by taking a deep breath. She knows that if she let the demon inside of her to take over her mind, the man will be a corpse before they arrive at their destination.

When she saw an attendant passing by, Selena stretched an arm to get his attention.

"Excuse me, can I have a coffee please?" she politely asked.

The attendant nodded and came back with a black coffee, when he asked if there's anything more, Selena smiled and said, "Parachute," the attendant chuckled a bit and leaned closer to her and whispered, "there's a young woman at the front who's been asking if you two can switch seats. So if you can't bear him, I can ask-"

The attendant has been interrupted when the man next to her suddenly handed his camera to her.

Selena rose an eyebrow and immediately took it. She opened it and find out that the man took a lot of pictures.

A silent gasp let out from her lips, she turned to him with her eyes swelled in shock.

"You psycho!" she exclaimed.

The man sighed and asked her to delete the picture by herself but there were too much and it will take her some time before she can delete everything.

An idea came in her mind. She took the memory card off of the camera and slipped it in her purse.

"I will keep my seat," she kindly said to the attendant and after that, the man left.

She turned to the man with a victorious smile on her lips.

"If you don't disturb me from now until we landed, I won't change my seat but if you utter even one word or touch me. I am going to march down to that aisle and ask that young petite woman to change seat with me," she proposed in a confident tone.

The man was silent for a moment, then he rested an elbow to her armchair and leaned closer. The playful smile he had earlier curved on his lips once again.

"The man sitting next to that petite wonderful woman is my brother so even you changed seat, there will be no difference. No, in fact, there is, because he was way worse than me." He once again rolled a strand of her hair around his finger while his eyes were staring at her.

"So, what about, I will shut my lips in the next hours in exchange, you will give me your name?" he proposed.

Selena's eyes narrowed in suspicion, she knows very well that the man will not stop even if she gives her name.

She sighed and decided to give up, "Fine, my name is Hillary," for a second, she could see the man's expression lightened up.

"Great, So Hillary, do you have a last name?" he curiously asked.

Selena bites her lower lips to prevent herself from smiling, she then turned to his side and stared directly in his dark eyes.

"Hillary Clinton," and at that moment, the laugh she has been holding had exploded.

She laughed until tears drop from her eyes, while the man in front looked at her with amusement over his face.

When she felt a warm hand on her skin, wiping her tears, Selena's smile faded. Her eyes that were half-closed from laughing widened and stared at his shining eyes.

With anger, she slapped his hand away and barked, "I told you not to touch me."

And the man didn't say anything, instead, he turned his head towards the window and stared at the space.

Selena doesn't know why but her hand seemed to have been possessed by a psychotic bitch that it suddenly lifted in the air and held onto the sleeve of the man's and tugged it twice, asking for his attention.

When the man shifted his sight to her, she parted her lips so say, "I will give you my real name but you must stay quiet and also can you steal the oldest and most expensive scotch they have in the minibar?"

The man gave her a grin and patted her head with the magazine he rolled earlier, "Ok, Ms. Snobby. But if you gave me a fake name again, I will kiss you," he spoke in a threatening voice but his expression differed his threat.

And since then, Selena had a peaceful flight.

After she passed the immigration, Selena walked towards the exit but before she could reach it, a hand lay on her shoulder which causes her to stop.

When she turned around, the man from earlier was behind her. One hand holding his suitcase and other has a bottle of whiskey.

Selena laughed and accepted the whiskey, she stared at the bottle for a moment and looked at him.

"Selena Su," she said and started walking away.

"Hey Ms. Su, tell me, what shall I steal next to get your kiss?" the man yelled, ignoring the fact that they were in the airport crawling with police and guards.

Selena ignored him and proceeded to the exit, the last thing she wanted was to be in the prison with that psycho.