Wishes: Chapter one part two! Video

I headed for the baggage claim, practically running.
I wasnt excited to be home, I actually wanted to go hide in the airport bathrooms instead of go home. But I needed to get the hell out of here before that Joesph guy finds me again.
I tapped my foot impatiently as I waited for my suitcases to show up.

I felft a tap on my shoulder. "Guess who."

I turned around. Oh great Joesphs back.
"Why cant you just take a hint?" I pleaded.
"Oh Peyton I know you like me. Just give me your number and we can hang out." He used air quotes around the words hang out. Why was he using air quotes?
Seriously Im afraid this weirdo is going to take me to a dark alley and rape me.
"Listen Jo-" I was cut off by the feeling of someones rather muscular arm wrapping around my shoulders. I looked up, my jaw dropping, it was Joe.
"Hey baby. How was your trip?"
I found myself incapable of even producing syllables.
"Oh so you big scary gangster boyfriend?" Joesph stepped forward as if trying to compare himself.
I stood there my jaw still hanging open, Joe was even more irrestiable than before. His hair longer and still sorta choppy. He had definently gotten taller. Hansomer. I couldnt even take my eyes off of him.
He smiled down at me, with his glistening white teeth.
"Oh really so if you her boyfriend then why dont you give her a welcome home kiss?" Joesph tested.
I apparently I had missed a lot of the conversation while I was staring at Joe but did he just tell Joe to kiss me?
"Wait. Yellow-toothed-Italian-boy say what?" I asked.
Joe just shrugged his shoulders and using the arm he had still wrapped around me pulled in to him as he planted one on me.

I didnt kiss him back, I was too stunned.
The kiss felt good, so good. But when Joe tried to deepen the kiss by sliding his tongue in to my mouth I knew it was time to stop.
I pushed Joe out of the way and grabbed both of my suitcases as they passed by.
I started to walk away but then I saw Joe following me. I started to run.
I ran out to the street filled with taxis picking up and dropping off people. I ran over to one throwing my suitcases in the back.

I heard Joe yelling my name. I looked up, he was less than 10 feet away. I quickly got in the cab, yelling at the driver to go.
My first day back and Im already running away again.

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