Can I Be Your Girl

23

With Yvanna refusing to share my bedroom in the plane the flight soon bore me after three hours of surfing through the internet. I was excited, my face didn't even hide my emotions in front of everyone when I invited her as we boarded. And what did she do in return?

"You wish."

That. Just like that and she turned her back to me, asking the male flight attendant to lead her to Tatiana's room since there were only four living spaces in the plane with our three companions occupying one room each. And expecting that we were to have the same room arrangements, the sudden change surely shocked me. I was left looking like a fool, and while my friends were gracious enough to not comment still she embarrassed me badly. That girl!

I messaged Gerard, asking him if they're in the plane's living space because I did not have the mood to roam around the plane looking for their asses.

'We're all here.' The reply came quickly.

*****

"There you are!" Kris exclaimed. He was seated on a peanut butter looking shade of brown leather recliner with his left ankle on top of the other on the table. Beside him, Gerard busied himself by switching channels on the TV.

On the right side of the plane, Tatiana and Yvanna were seated on a cream-colored sofa. Tatiana was seated on one edge, elbow propped on the arm as she helped Gerard choose a show. Yvanna was beside her, a pillow on her lap and focused in reading a book.

"Oh hi Grey!" Tatiana chirped as she noticed me.

"Hey!" I greeted her back and grunted my annoyance at Yvanna who didn't look up to acknowledge me. I made sure she knew the unappreciative sound was meant for her.

Tatiana furrowed her eyebrows, face growing sour. "Are you that unhappy being alone in your room?" she asked, and then her face brightened all of a sudden "Well I guess I can stay with you," she added with a very bold attempt to be inviting.

Oh, are we back to chasing? I raised a warning brow at her to which she replied with a should-be-seductive-but-not smirk. I guess we are now seeing that the other girl was back to being a bitchy she-devil.

Foreign air really does change a person huh?

Yvanna's body slightly jerked as her eyes dilated in surprise after hearing her friend be so generous to the man she denied her company. Finally, a reaction from her! I could've rejoiced to know that she hated the prospect of me being with another female.

"I think that's a good idea Tatiana." She looked to her side ad gave her friend a nod of approval. Turning to me, she then finished it with, "I remember him telling me he gets queasy when flying."

"Then I should move my things." Tatiana clapped her hands excitedly.

I could throttle you, you witch!, I told Yvanna with my glare. She remained stoic the whole time.

"You should."

"You won't."

Yvanna gritted her teeth. The nerve of this girl to invite whoever she wants to my room!

"I am just concerned of you," she lied through her teeth.

"Then why don't you do it yourself?"

She gave me huge huff before going back to reading her book. I snorted at her. I knew she'd do that even before she'd actually done it. One word: PREDICTABLE. She never accepted my challenges. What a coward.

Eyes darted from Yvanna to me probably curious of our short-lived banter. I scanned the room once again still wearing the smugness that was an effect of me winning against Yvanna.