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"Screw you."
"Anytime, babe."
I scoff in annoyance. It's been two hours, just two hours, and Ace's driving me crazy. Please, God, give me wisdom to not commit murder. Not strength, because if you give me strength, I'll literally tear him apart.
It's an eight-hour flight, six hours remaining. I can do this. I just have to ignore him. I'll pay no attention to the flirt beside me.
In times like this, I miss Hayley. She would have given him a piece of her mind. But I'm alone and helpless. Maybe Hayden was right to wish me good luck. I'm gonna need it. He's also an asshole but a cute one though.
I don't remember when I started making reckless decisions that led me to nowhere but regrettable commitments, talking about reckless decisions I left Hayden in my house today in hope he won't destroy it.
I can swear, I told that lady to get me a seat that wasn't close to Acera whites's. But look where that got me, yeah that right, no where. When I come back, I'll give that lady a piece of my mind.
"Hate." His voice brings me out of my world of thoughts.
"What part of 'do not talk to me' don't you understand?" I lash out at him.
"Rude much?"
"Touché. And please shut it."
"It's an eight-hour flight. You can't just sit there with your silly earbuds, watching a movie when you have a me, thee Ace whites sitting beside."
"Thee, really now?"
He turns me around to face him and leans in suspiciously. Is he trying to intimidate me? "You don't know just how many ladies would kill for a single word from me." His breath fans my face and shivers run down my spine.
I turn away, leaning back in my chair. "Go bother them. I'm definitely not one of them."
"You look cute when you're annoyed."
"I hate you."
"You don't hate me. As a matter of fact, you love me. You just don't know it yet." He smiles.
"And someone has a big ego."
"That's not the only big thing about me."
My face flushes a deep crimson against my will, and I look down at my phone.
Peace
The moment of peace doesn't last as he removes my ear pods and takes my phone, putting them both in his pocket, now facing me.
"Okay, so let's talk," he says.
I reach my hands toward his pocket, only for him to grasp both of my hands together. I realize he's being evil. "Bring back my phone, you, you arg.....what's your problem!"
