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~Chapter 10~
This is bad. I am losing it. Two hours in the plane and I'm falling apart. I always knew falling for Lizzie would be the death of me. All those years of suppressed emotion, struggling to get out, ripping at my heart, eating away at me from inside.
Is that why I'm so angry all of the sudden. Maybe. Partly.
But, no. Something else. What?
Lizzie kissing me? No, who am I kidding? That was my heart's deepest desire. (Okay, so not my deepest desire, but that I'm taking with me to the grave.)
So what was I so vexed about?
Lizzie? No, not my angel.
Her behavior, on the other hand…not so angelic.
Really, what kind of girl kisses her best friend and then says nothing about it? Yes, that was it.
That kiss, it had been a way for him to confess to her, but there was no way he could bring it up. He may have the guts to make his best friend cry twice in the same 60-minute period, but he definitely did not have the guts to bring up that subject. No, it had to be her, but way wouldn't she just –
"Gordo?"
"What?" Shh…don't snap at her. Calm. Calm. Breathe. Breeeaaathe. "I mean – what?" I sounded exasperated.
"I just – your CD player…" she pointed down, and sure enough, it had stopped playing. And I hadn't even noticed. And my headphones had fallen off, too. Wow. I must have been thinking pretty deep. She muttered "never mind" and went back to looking through one of the dumb airplane magazines.
"You're not actually reading that," I sneered before I could stop myself.
"No," she answered listlessly, sadly. "But my bag…"
I looked down. My feet were placed firmly on her bag. She couldn't reach it with out asking me to move. I felt a pang of guilt stab at my heart: she was too afraid of me to even ask if I could get my feet out of her bag.
But I was still furious.
"Sorry," I spat, moving my feet and kicking the bag roughly at her.
Another stab. She accepted the gesture as if it were perfectly okay for me to kick her things around. Wasn't she upset by this? Was I looking for a fight?
Well, whatever. It was obvious she wasn't going fight him, so he restarted his CD player and leaned back into his chair.
She just better not interrupt him or there would be a fight.
A Note: Okay, no one kill me or anything! I know this is, like, really, really mean, and not at all characteristic of either of them, but neither of them have really ever been in this situation, so…work with me. And it will get better. I promise.