Stranded Together

Chapter 13

🟣Blake's POV🟣

I groan inwardly. This is going to be a painfully long flight.

"I'm gonna go take a leak." Gabe tells me as he gets up our of his chair. I grimace a little at the information. Why did he have the need to tell me? He could've just left without a word.

That would've been great.

I rest my head back against my seat and close my eyes trying to calm myself.

I seriously hate him.

Normally I would say that hate is a really strong word. But with him, hate doesn't seem like a strong enough word.

Uggghh why am I even here? I should be at home, in my bed, dreaming about all the things Zoe and I could do over summer break.

Dreaming about going to the beach and jumping over the crashing waves, pretending that they're monsters trying to get us.

Or dreaming about throwing popcorn at couples getting too close at the movies.

Or dreaming about licking peppermint ice cream off the ice cream guys abs and-wait what!

"Um excuse me? Miss?" My eyes snap open to see the young flight attendant standing in the aisle beside Gabe's seat. I blink a few times, trying to get back to reality. I was both glad and disappointed that she interrupted my daydreaming. I've been fantasising about the ice cream guy a lot recently.

"Ah, Caitlin?" I ask nervously glancing at her name tag, a little unsure as to why she wanted to talk to me.

"I'm sorry if this comes across too forward, but I just wanted to ask if you are in a relationship with the gentleman sitting beside you." I must say, she's is pretty. I'm a little jealous of her slim, yet curvaceous figure. Next to her, I probably look as though I don't know the definition of puberty. My womanly figure is non existent compared to her.

I don't really know how to describe how I feel at moment. I wouldn't go as far to say looking at the flight attendant's body made me depressed, but I definitely felt disconsolate, maybe mixed with a little envy.

She bites the corner of her bottom red lip, as she looks down expectantly at me with her bluey-grey eyes.

See! Oh my god! Look at her. If I tried to do what she was doing right now, I'd probably have lip stick unattractively all over my teeth.

She raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow at me, waiting for me to speak. Wait, she asked me a question?

"Sorry, can you repeat that?" I aske a little embarrassed. How long was I looking at her for?

"The gentleman siting beside you? Are you two in a relationship?"

The gentleman beside me?

Gabe?

As soon as I register what she is asking, I started chocking on my saliva. I probably looked like a cat slowly dying while trying to cough up a hair ball.

"Hell no!" I croak, my voice a little higher than usual. My answer seems to please the flight attendant as a small smile makes its way to her red lips.