The Bad Ones

The Little Things In Life

We met up with Lakefield, Rebecca, and Veronica at the tiny "airport" in Seattle that belonged to Lakefield's dad. He used it to store his jets there. Yes, that means he has more than one freaking private jet. I had to hold in the venom as I glared at Lakefield for having so much money. The girls and I had money too, but not enough for four private jets. Not that I was complaining, it just seemed like overkill.

Veronica and Rebecca were avoiding one another due to the whole Florida situation and the fact that Veronica came to hang out with Carson anyway. It was a bit amusing to me.

"Okay, so there are enough seats for all of us, but we'll need to be in pairs. Find someone to sit next to and say hello to your traveling buddy," Lakefield grinned devilishly.

Of course, Mar paired with Lakefield, Drey with Niko, Carson and Veronica, and Jason was with Rebecca. Just like that I had a sinking feeling.

"Oh crap," I muttered in mental pain.

"Oh!" Lakefield added, "there's a single seat near the mini bar so one of you can-"

"Call the mini bar seat!" Carter hollered before Lakefield finished, darting toward the jet.

That left me the last paired seats with Mason. Yay. Speaking of, he walked right pass me and toward the jet as well. Not a word.

I sighed and glared at Lakefield.

He gave me an innocent look, "I swear I didn't plan anything."

Drey and Mar snickered at me and I ignored them as we got onto the jet. Our luggage was put in the cargo but I kept a small duffel bag with me. It had an extra set of clothes, toothbrush and toothpaste, my phone, earphones, and a book of mine. It was "Death of a Salesman" by Arthur Miller.  I took my seat and immediately plugged in my earphones, played "Elastic Heart" by SIA, and got out my book. The seats in the jet were angled toward the aisle and had a ton of space between rows, but still had privacy for each pair. Everyone else settled in and I tried not to think about how Mason would be right next to me in a while.

"Bail," someone's muffled voice called me.

I pulled out an earphone and looked up at Mar, "What?"

"Okay, so we'll be landing in Las Vegas to refuel, then Houston, then straight into Florida. Remind me again why dad chose a tiny town thirty minutes away from a city that has too much rainy weather?" she smiled.

I smiled back and shrugged, "He didn't want us to be city kids, you know?" As if being just thirty minutes away from one kept us from being city kids.

She laughed and went back to her seat. I kind of had the feeling that the guys chose this flight route just to stop by in Las Vegas. I didn't mind actually. I went back to my music and my book. A minute or so later, I felt the seat beside me move as Mason sat down. I didn't dare to look though. I kept reading as if I was always alone.

Suddenly he was waving a hand in front of me. I took out one of my earphones and turned to him with a neutral expression.

"I asked how you've been," he said with a straight, bored face.

I sighed, "I'm fine, and you?"

"Fine as well."

When he didn't say anything else, I rolled my eyes and put my earphone back in. A second later, he tapped my shoulder. I took out my earphone again in annoyance.

"What, Mason?" I frowned.

"Just wanted to say that you look perfect," he replied, then stuck his own earphones into his ears.