⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ ~Chapter eight~⋆.ೃ࿔*:・

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Just as I add the finishing touches to my sketch, I feel a pair of eyes glaring over my shoulder. Instinctively, I slap my sketchbook shut and hesitantly turn my head behind me.

~Please please don't let it be who I think it is~

My head fully turns around and I meet eyes with Izzy.

"What were ya drawing there Y/N?" Izzy beams loudly, gathering the attention of practically everyone in economy class.

"U-uh you know, just uh.. stuff." I made sure to keep my reply vague.

"Really? It sort of looked like Ale-" My hand slaps over Izzy's mouth, cutting her off from finishing her sentence.

"I think you were seeing things." I give a small smile before slowly pulling back my hand.

"I'm just so sick of having a stupid animal mangling curse," Dj interjects, thankfully pulling the attention away from me and Izzy.

"Curse murse, the more you believe in that trash, the more power it has over you." Leshawna rolls her eyes.

"Really? Maybe you're right!"

"Six episodes and no eliminations!" Owen cheers, "If we were a steak, we'd be a 32-ounce porterhouse! And you guys would be a tiny slice of baloney."

"Need I remind you all we lost  the last challenge?" Alejandro interjects sourly.

"Yea, but with you as our leader, nothing is impossible. I'm not even afraid of flying anymore! Check it out." Owen then unbuckles his seat belt and dances on the plane, which causes it to shake violently.

My grip on the seat belt tightens. As I reach up to buckle my seat belt the damn fabric rips, leaving the seat belt unusable. The plane shaking causes the boarded-up hole to open up again and we all start to yell.

"NOT AGAIN!" I screech as I feel my body begin to lift off the seat and get pulled towards the hold. Owen yet again gets sucked out of the hole, only this time he doesn't get stuck. He clings to the side of the hole.

"AL PLEASE GIVE ME AN ALE-HAND!" Owen shouts desperately.

Alejandro glares at Owen with wide eyes, then his expression turns sour.

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Alejandro's confessional

Ugh, how dare he pervert the name of  Alejandro Burro Muerto!

*Crosses arms*

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My nails dig into my seat, small prayers falling from my lips. Suddenly, I feel myself getting pulled towards the hole.

~THIS IS THE END! OH GOD, I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO-~  My 'last thoughts' get cut off by Alejandro grabbing my wrist, preventing me from getting fully sucked out of the plane. I look up at him, he stares down at me and my heart jumps to my throat.

Leshawna, Dj, and Lindsay pull Owen out of the hole and push a giant box to plug it up. We then fall to the ground as the giant vacuum-like current has stopped.

"Thanks, Alejandro." I smile crookedly as Alejandro stands up and lifts me up along with him.

"Please, no need to thank me. I could never forgive myself if I let such a beautiful lady get sucked out of a plane!" He smirks, his hand still holding mine.

My face goes slightly red and I pull my hand away quickly, letting out a really weird laugh. I walk to my seat, my head down as I curse at myself internally.

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