THE TRINITY

21.

LANDON

"That's definitely not true," Noah scoffed.

"Yes it is! I read it on Wikipedia!" Myles shouted.

"You're an idiot"

"And you're a dumbass"

"Will you too shut up for fuck sake. This flight is long enough without you bickering about bullshit" I groaned.

"It's not bullshit... It's science. Noah's just mad because he doesn't have any brain cells" Myles rolled his eyes and Noah popped him in the back of the head. "Says you numb nuts"

"Ow fucker" Myles rubbed the back of his skull and I looked back out the window.

You can't see anything up here but sky and clouds. I wonder if this is what it feels like to die. You're so far away from everything. Nothing to see, nothing to hear, just... nothing.

"That's it!" Myles screamed, tackling Noah to the ground where they had a full-blown wrestling match.

If this is what it's like to be dead, I'm definitely in hell.

I stood up making my way to the back of the jet where the suite was. I closed the door and flopped on the bed. If I'm going to do these drops this week, I'll need to rest now. I doubt I'll get any once we are there.

I wonder what Stormi will be doing for the whole week.

I find myself thinking about her again. I don't know what it is, but I can't get her out of my head. Her soft hair, her bright eyes, her warm smile, her light touch, her sweet scent.

I've never met anyone quite like Stormi. I tried to act like more of a dick than usual when I first met her. The truth is she shocked me. Over time the urge to be an ass went away. It's hard to act that way with her. No matter how much I wanted to hate her. No matter how much I hated what she saw. No matter how much I tried to only do my job... I couldn't stop myself.

She's a magnet and I'm a piece of iron. No matter how much I try to keep a distance, I can't.

Friends.

That's what she called us. I don't know how to be a friend. I don't even know where to start. I know how to fuck, and I know how to do my job. That's about it.

I'm going to let her down time and time again and I know that. I don't know how to be kind, caring, or friendly. It's who I am. I can't be a friend.

I felt myself getting angry and I pulled myself up to sit on the edge of the bed. I got up walking over to the bathroom and pulled the small bag of powder from my pocket sprinkling it on the counter.

I took my driver's license, raking the dust into a thin line before putting my finger to my right nostril and sniffing the substance into my sinuses.

I felt the burning sensation as it entered my body and my mind clouded with euphoria.

I will never get over how good this feels.

Nothing will ever feel this good.

How am I meant to stop doing coke when it makes me feel this fucking good?

I wiped the remnants of the dust into the sink and washed it away. If the guys ever find out I'm an addict and don't just use to party, I'll never hear the end of it.

This is the last time I'm doing this. I hate never knowing how I'm going to feel or how angry I will get over little things. I can't keep doing this.

I looked at myself in the mirror, fluffing my nose and sniffing to make sure nothing was on my face before making my way back to the bed.