𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜

jamaica me sweat (34)

Alejandro lets out a pleasant sigh as we sit and relax in first class. I sit with my chair reclining back, my hair tied up, and cucumbers over my eyes. I sat across from DJ and Tyler, with the seat next to me free and unoccupied.

"Winning really is everything!" Tyler says with a smile on his face.

"Says the guy who frenched a cod.." Noah says with an eye roll.

"Well you did too-"

"And p.s, it was a tie!" DJ says, more laxed than he was before after his win.

**confessionals***

DJ: "Ever since I won in Newfoundland, I'm starting to feel like I can win this whole thing thanks to my lucky charm Irene!" He says holding up his fish. "Can you believe she lifted my curse? I know! It's amazing! As long as she's okay, I'm golden!" He says hugging the fish bowl close to his chest.

Alejandro: "Irene...I didn't expect DJ to bond with my handiwork but the symbol I painted on her is holding up well." He says putting his hands on his hips. "And his confidence is blooming! Which is tragic...and delicious."

***confessionals end***

Owen used his tongue to eat the cucumbers off of his eyes, burping after swallowing them. Noah scrunches up his face in disgust and fans his face.

"Eugh, it's a facial not a fruit plate."

"Oh Noah...don't you see? It's both!"

"Owen! These chairs are spring-loaded watch this!" Izzy rears her chair back and then let's it go, and she kicks Owen in the nuts. He holds is crotch in pain while groaing.

"Why is it always the kiwis...?"

Tyler looks behind him where all the commotion is coming from. Seeing Owen hold his crotch, he laughs before looking at Noah, who's just sitting in his seat.

"Sooo...Y/n."

"Hmm?" I say without looking up.

"When are you gonna swoop in on that?"

"What?" I sit up and see the flight attendant walking by with a tray of cookies. She sets them out for us to grab but I politely decline. "You mean the cookies? No thanks man I'm not hungry."

"No no! I mean on Noah." He says with a smirk. He not-so-discreetly points behind him, and I quickly swat at him to put his hand down.

"Tyler. Quit it." I say through gritted teeth.

"Quit what? What am I doing?" He says trying to play dumb. "C'mon Y/n. He likes you. And I bet you like him too."

"I do not like him..." I lie. I cross my arms and look away towards the window. "Cut it out."

"You don't?"

"No."

"Hmm.. that makes sense. He is really annoying isn't he DJ?" Tyler says nudging DJ in the side. "And he's such a lame-o nerd. Plus he's super bad at challenges-"

"You take that back! He's not annoying and he's not a lame-o nerd. He's super smart and I happen to like that in a guy. And he's not bad at challenges, to be honest you are and-" I stop and gasp then cover my hands over my mouth. Tyler and DJ just smirk at me as I proved Tyler's point.

"Dang girl, you're down bad." DJ says while tracing his finger along the rim of Irene's fishbowl.

"Super bad." Tyler says grabbing a cookie. I scoff and feel my face heat up from embarrassment.