Solecism (under revision)

Chapter Nineteen

Altamira Quinn

"Oh yeah? Spell Czechoslovakia" Kath countered.

Just another typical day in the life of Aly Quinn.

Jacob and Katherine are at it again, the only thing we need now is a small boxing ring and I'll be playing referee.

"Can you both quit it?"

Well, two referees are better than one.

Surprisingly, the both of them stopped and stayed quiet.

"Ah. Thanks, Camilla. I was starting to have a serious migraine." I say, putting my sunglasses on.

We were on our way to Guatemala. And we were inside a cargo plane, huddled up together hiding from security. Stow-aways. (We need to stay undercover and all that stuff because of our 'possessions')

"You know, Aly, we should do something with your hair." Kath started, looking at my dyed hair which was currently bundled up in a messy ponytail.

"What?" I ask incredulously.

"You know, Katherine has a point." Camilla adds.

"What point?"

"If we're doing this stuff, I dunno, maybe you should dye it back to normal. Cause, you know, it's not easy being fugitives with identifiers such as, your blue-red-orange hair that's just screaming, 'look at me!'" Camilla explains, fiddling with the 'treasure map' as I liked to call it.

But then I considered that thought, "Point taken." I answer. "But I dye it back to normal, people will notice me. I mean. People see my face on television,newspapers,— especially now that they've put up 'Missing, Reward: $3,000,000'" yeah. My grandfather put up a reward for me. He's got people searching everywhere. He's that desperate now. But hey, 'Missing' is way better than 'Wanted'.

"You can always deny. I mean, what are fake I.D's for? We all have one now." Kath argues

"Unless they're crazy and drag me to my grandfather." I retort.

"Aren't you supposed to be badass? What happened to 'I can fend for myself.' shit yesterday?" Jacob says, looking away.

My left eyebrow shot up.

"Remind me again, why do we need him? He already promised that he wouldn't tell, so why?"

"I thought you wanted him around? You guys were so happy torturing me yesterday." Kath mumbles but I decided to ignore her.

"Because Mr. Pete thought he might be of help." Camilla clarifies, leaning on a wooden crate.

"Why would he be of any help?" I furthered

"Because my good looks might get you out of trouble." He said, smiling at me.

I scoffed at this.

"As if your 'good looks' matter." I said sarcastic, "The only thing you can get us out of is a feeding frenzy of sharks, I'm sure they'll obey one of their own."

"Can we please stop with the shark and the snout thing? Cause we all know that I'm way —"

"Good looking than sharks, Yes. We get it. Not that we're agreeing." Kath interrupts, She also had enough of his 'good looking' illusion.

Not that he's downright ugly, but he gives his looks more credit than it really has.

"Alright. Mr. Pete said—"

"Forget about him. We don't need him or his lies anymore. I really didn't trust him since the day I first saw him, And I still don't!" Kath screamed.

Jacob whisper shouts her a "Shush!",

Camilla covers her mouth with her own hand and I quickly grabbed our belongings.

As if on cue, a man's voice boomed from across the aisle.

"Who's there?!"

"That's our cue. Let's go." Camilla lets go of Kath and took her backpack.

"Parachute!"

"But we only have three." Kath says frantically.

"Goddammit." There were four of us and just three parachutes.

Unless.

I looked at Jacob uneasily. He just shrugs.

"Look, Im gonna choose for ya guys." Kath says, strapping the second parachute on her. Camilla already has one. "Ciao." She then gives a salute and grabs potatoes from a sack and started tossing it at the man who just showed up.

"Jacob," Camilla called and threw him a parachute. "Try not to drop Aly."

Poseidon's underpants, what the hell?

"You blasted stow-aways aren't going anywhere." The man bellows.

Jacob quickly strapped the parachute on as Camilla took the canvas bag filled with our 'possessions'. Katherine was still pelting the man with potatoes, and Camilla hits the button that opened our exit.

I looked at Jacob again.

Damn. I am so gonna regret this.

"See ya!" Kath shouts at the man and dives. Camilla followed a second too soon.

"How am I supposed to hold you?!" Jacob asks, obviously panicking.

"Just jump!" I say as I grabbed his shoulders and threw the both of us out of the plane.

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The first few seconds was a blur.

I held onto Jacob tightly and he did the same. I was facing him, my arms around his shoulders and his around my waist.

It was only then when I opened my eyes and saw what was happening. We were almost a good eighty feet off the ground when I screamed at Jacob. Literally.

"Open the fucking parachute!!!"

"How?!"

Jesus, what the hell is wrong with my life?

"We dont have time to figure it out! Just hold on to me!" I shout, my hands trying to find the string or something like the ones in the movies that will open the fucking parachute.

I fumbled, trying my best not to remove the strap that secures the parachute to Jacob's body.

"I've got it!" I shout and the parachute opens, slowing our descent.

I let out a huff of air that I didn't realize I was holding and wrapped my arms around Jacob again.

"If you let go of me, I swear to god, I will kill you."

He just smirked at this and held me tighter.

"Not a chance, Aly."