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~Chapter 11~
So Gordo snapped at me. So he kicked my bag. That hurt. But it couldn't possible hurt me any more than the leaden thought flowing through my veins: My best friend hates me. Gordo hates me. Gordo hates me. Gordo hates me.
The stewardess kept coming by.
"Gordo?"
"What?"
"Drinks. Want anything?"
"Vodka." He deadpanned. The cheery stewardess laughed and said something about their no-alcohol-for-minors rule. "Water, then." I handed it to him.
After the third time she came around, I could tell that Gordo was about ready to explode. I don't know how I knew this. I just did.
"He doesn't want anything," I told her when she asked for the fourth time.
"Oh, just ask him," she chirped.
I sighed. "Gordo."
"What?" He glared at he.
"Never mind." I turned back to the stewardess. "He'll have coffee. Really, really hot coffee."
She handed it to me. I held it out in front of him and poured it in his lap.
"What—" he yelped, leaping out of his seat.
"Oops," I said innocently. I smirked, returning to my magazine. I am sorry. I know I shouldn't have sunk to his level of petty bickering, but it just got on my nerves, him treating me like someone he had the extreme misfortune of knowing and sitting by.
He stomped to the bathroom, muttering phrases I didn't even knew he knew.
Well, poo on him. He thinks he's in a bad mood? Then just wait 'till I get through with him. Then we'll see what kind of a bad mood he's in.
"Excuse me," I said to the stewardess walking by…
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