Stranded Together

Chapter 12

🟣Blake's POV🟣

"Attention passengers." Says the Barbie flight attendant in a sickeningly sweet voice. "If you wish, you can now remove your seat belts. However please do not leave your seat unless it is necessary. The toilets are located at the back of the plane. Food will become available shortly. If you wish to eat, please signal Joanne, Heather or myself, and we will take your order. It is now safe to turn on any electronic devices. And finally, please remember if the seat belt sign comes on, immediately return to your seats and buckle your seat belts. Thank you."

I don't undo my seat belt, instead I slightly loosen my grip on my arm rest. I never really liked flying. It's not that I'm scarred of heights or crashing, it's just that I hate the floating feeling in my gut. As soon as we take off, I feel like my stomach is in my throat. And the feeling won't go away until my feet are back on solid ground. It's not so much of a nauseous feeling, it's more just that my insides don't sit properly when I'm in the air if that makes sense.

I take a deep breath, trying calm myself.

"What's with you?" Gabe asks from beside me. I turn to him only to find a disgust look on his face. "You look like shit." He adds

"Gee thanks." I mumble, turning back to the window not wanting to start a fight at the moment. I don't bother answering his question. He probably doesn't care anyway.

"No problem." He replies. I wasn't facing him, but I know he's smirking.

If he didn't have that damn picture of me...

"I'm outta here." He sighs as he easily undid his seat belt and got out of his seat. I don't ask where he's going, because I honestly don't care. I'm just glad he's not invading my personal space anymore.

Our plane had taken off just after the blinding sun fell behind the horizon. There's not really much to see out the small rounded window as it was too dark. I can't even see any stars as it was a cloudy night.

I close my eyes and lean my head back against my chair. I should probably get some sleep. I try to ignore the uncomfortable feeling in my stomach, and the other passengers voices as I try to relax myself for sleep.

But sleep is impossible when I know that Gabe could return whenever and draw inappropriate things on my face.

He's probably with the flight attendant now. They're probably doing it in the tiny bathroom. How pathetically cliché is that?

I shake my head a little and close my eyes tighter. I should sleep.

But all I can think about is what it would be like to do it in an airplane bathroom.

With the ice cream guy.

Or with him in general.

He's a damn fine specimen with the boy-next-door vibe. One glance from him has me melting like ice cream he sells. His brown hair and golden eyes always has me stuttering; trying to remember my order. My toes curl when he smiles warmly at me. He tries to hold in his laughter at my flustered state as he already knows my usual order. Seeing his toned arms and muscularity through his work uniform makes me wish for him to transfer to my school. I would ogle him all day long.

I sigh in defeat and opened my eyes. Sleep's not going to come any time soon.

I try to lean over Gabe's seat, with my seat belt still on, to look down the aisle to see where the others were sitting.

But I frown when I saw Gabe leaning on Liv and Georges seat. They looked like they were discussing something important.

But if he was there, then where was Barbie?

I look down the other end of the aisle and see her pouring a cup of coffee for an elderly man. He appears to be in his 70's, with thin grey hair that only covers the sides of his head, and a large nose that supports thick framed glasses. He is obviously checking her out, he isn't even hiding it. The flight attendant was ignoring his unsubtle looks however. She has her eyes on Gabe. She was practically eye-raping him.

It made me want to gag.

What has humanity come to?

She places the pitcher of coffee back onto the tray, and gives Gabe one last look before pushing the trolley to the front of the plane.

I can't help but notice all the looks she gets from the males as she walks down the aisle. If their wives saw the looks they were giving the flight attendant, they would definitely get a slap to the back of the head.

She wasn't even trying. I mean, yes her blouse was undone one button too many, and her red lip stick looked a bit hooker-ish, but other than that, she isn't trying to get male attention. She isn't swaying her hips, or flicking her hair, or beating her eye lashes. She's just naturally quite an eyeful.

I can't help but feel a bit envious. I wouldn't mind a guy looking at me like that once in a while.

I look down to my baggy grey Back to the Future t-shirt. I purposely bought the shirt a few sizes bigger, but at times like this I wish it was tight fitting to reveal my shape.

Darcy always tells me I've got a great figure. I don't really believe her. Even if I did, I don't feel comfortable showing the world. So I always wear baggy shirts and hoodies whenever I can.

"Move over loser." Gabe says suddenly, appearing out of nowhere.

I push myself up and return fully to my seat quickly before Gabe sat on my face.

Sadly he's done it before.

He plops down in the seat beside me before looking my way. He squints his eyes a little as he examines the side of my face.

"You, um, have a little something there." He says sincerely as he touches his own cheek. I frown a little in confusion, but lift my hand up to my cheek anyway. I touch the side of my face, but felt nothing. "Oh wait, don't worry, it's just a little monkey shit." He smirks.

My face instantly turns into a glare, which seems to cause him to laugh harder.

This fucker is going down.

I swing my right fist towards him and punch him as hard as I can on the arm. That immediately shuts him up, but now his face supports a glare.

He swings his left fist at me, but I easily catch it. I let go of it when I feel his right fist make contact with my stomach. That certainly doesn't help with my already upset stomach.

For some reason Gabe doesn't feel bad if he hurts me when we're fighting. It's like he forgets that fact that I'm a girl. I mean, I don't think he punches me with full force, I'm sure he holds back a little, but still, it's pretty painful. He occasionally gives me bruises, but most of the time only punches me so it takes the breath out of me.

I've given Gabe plenty of bruises before. I remember one time not too long ago, he showed up to school with a bruise on his cheek bone. Some cheerleader spread a rumour though that he got it while he was street fighting. And being the ass wipe he is, he didn't correct her. It made me want to punch the other side of his face.

I grab the fist that made contact with my stomach and push it in his direction, hoping that he would hit himself.

"Excuse me, but will you please refrain yourselves from fighting." I look over Gabe and see one of the middle aged flight attendants standing by our seats. I glance down to her blouse and read Heather on her name tag. "You are disturbing the other passengers." With a tight smile she left.

Gabe turn back to me, the glare returning to his face. "Did you just try to make me hit myself?" He asks glaring, but he sounds a little amused. I didn't respond. I don't want to. I just glare back.

I groan inwardly thinking that this is going to be a painfully long flight.

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Edited: 9/10/20

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