The Gang Girl

Chapter 3- Captain Bae

"The foods coming around again," Elijah tells me after he pulls my Beats earbuds out of my ear that's closest to him.

Brave little shit.

Did he just?

Yes, he did just.

Can we break his fingers?

Conscience get it together.

But he took our earbuds out of our ear.

She all but screams at me, though I ignore her and shoot Elijah a look.

If only looks could kill.

He just laughs at me and shakes his head and gets up, stretching his arms above his head. This action makes his shirt slide up to show me very slight but very yummy view of his flat stomach and defined hips.

"You know if you want some, you should just say." He tells me, looking down with a smirk playing on his lips.

"Nah, I was just admiring your phone case. Very patriotic to Captain. America." I play it off by handing him his phone which had slipped out of the back pocket of his black skinny jeans and onto his seat. I'm being serious, it's not every day you see a "bad boy" with Captain America, or any superhero for that matter, happily displayed to the world on an object that is constantly in use.

"Haha, thanks, he's like, my most favourite superhero. Ever." Blue puts emphasis on the word ever and I smile at how excited he just got talking about a superhero. But then, I'm like that as well.

Maybe I should tell him. I'll tell him.

"Captain is bae," I state proudly.

"You... Are my new best friend." He... marvelled.

Ha. Ha. Pun intended.

"We can watch Marvel in a bit if you want, I have like, all of them on my laptop and one of those multi-headphone splitter chord things so we don't have to share headphones," I inform him.

This makes him full on smile. And damn.

"Sweet, anyway, the food is coming around again and we only have another 9 or so hours left." My new friend informs me with a roll of his eyes when he mentions how many hours we have left on this plane.

"No way am I paying for more food, I have heaps in my bag," I tell him and reach down and pull my bag off the floor and unzip it, before pulling out a bag of Starburst fruit chews, veggie chips, a couple of chocolate bars and a packet of sweet and salty popcorn. Yum.

"How are you not fat?" Elijah exclaims.

"Lots of fitness." I shrug before tearing into my bag of popcorn and throwing the rest back into my bag.

"Lots of fitness? That's your answer?" He asks me, incredulous.

"Mmmhmm."

"Damn girl, you're crazy." He shakes his head and in response I shake the bag in his face, offering him some, which he accepts.

"Are you going to sit down, or are you going to continue to stand there like a weirdo?" I ask him.

Please stay standing for a little longer. Those black skinnies look damn fine on you.

My sub conscience purrs. Damn purve.

At least he has dress sense.

True that. Black skinny jeans, maroon high top vans, plain white t-shirt, black watch. Very casual bad-boy. Or as my conscience calls it: yummy.

"Nah, my necks cramping, I'll stand here a little longer, thank you for your concern for my dignity, though." He chuckles.

"Why that's all right Blue." I chirp.

Yes, he stayed standing. Now I can admire him without looking weird. Keep talking to him, idiot.

No, I snap at my subconscious. She shuts up and sits back pouting. I roll my eyes at her.

I hand Elijah my bag of popcorn warning him not to eat it all before I pull my laptop out of my bag which was still sitting on my lap. I slide my bag back under the seat in front of me and set it up on my tray table. And then do the 'where the fudge did that thing go?' search, which involved a lot of manoeuvring around in my seat without destroying the fragile system that is my laptop balanced precariously on my tray table, wondering where I had put the headphone splitter. Then it hits me like bullet train:

I had left the headphone splitter in my bag, so while Elijah stands there looking extremely amused, I have to manage to get the device out of my bag without dropping my mac book or banging my head on the tray.

And I manage to not do all that because that's right, I am a boss.

Imma a boss ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bi-

No.

Stop.

"So Alexis, how old are you anyway? You look kinda young to be running away." Blue questions me when I poke my head back up.

"19" Is my uninterested reply as I go about setting up my MacBook and the movies.

There is no way I'm saying more than that. He could be one of them.

He sits down next to me and I shuffle in my seat, uncomfortable with the heavy stare he gives me.

"What'd you-" he stops as the businessman finally returns to his seat looking incredibly annoyed.

"Captain America?" I ask him, opening my laptop and plugging in the headphone splitter.

He just nods his head and plugs his beats into the splitter next to mine.

You're going to have to shake him off your past, you know that right?

No shit captain obvious, I snap at my conscience, but like the sassy cow she is, she just cocks her hip and rolls her eyes at me.

Whatever.

Awww cute, look, their bonding. Sort of. Kinda. What do you reckon? Little bitty bit of action in the next chapter or so, I promise. Book worms word. Peace out.