Chapter 7
How Angus had succeeded to secure a whole cabin for the Ants was beyond Fletcher. It must've taken lots of hacking and rescheduling of other people's flights, but Angus had done it, and quite easily, according to him. He wondered absentmindedly what Angus was still doing in high school with the rest of the Ants. He was sure that someone of Angus's talent could've done anything but high school, like rule the world, for a start.
He looked at Angus who was not so discreetly staring at Olive, who happened to sit right next to him. Olive looked like she was doing her best to ignore Angus. She did nothing but stare straight ahead, arms folded, like a statue.
Fletcher smiled. He realized that there was just the one reason Angus was still in high school like everybody else.
And then there was Chyna, who was not sitting next to him, but to Olive.
Fletcher himself was sitting in the far end of the row, next to Gibson who kept bugging him to play just one more round of Gibsonnary.
Fletcher sighed. It was probably for the better that he wasn't sitting next to Chyna. He figured, hey, it was an 11 hour flight. That was a long time to sit to someone you really liked, especially when it was still kinda awkward with her.
Back at the airport lounge, they had talked quite easily with each other at first. They quickly caught each other up on each other's summers but it wasn't before long that the other had ran out of things to talk about. The silence got maddeningly awkward. 11 hours of that awkward silence would've been too much.
Plus he couldn't stop thinking about the look Chyna had given him. That first look she gave when she first laid eyes on him as he walked through the terminal. It wasn't a look she had ever given him before, and he should know! Because he was an expert on all things Chyna. There was the trademark ear to ear grin; the cute, OMG the best thing just happened to me grin; that sly grin when she had thought of something clever; the half grin she uses when she humors someone; the uh-oh, I'm in trouble grin; the smitten, oh that guy is cute grin, etc.
The smile she had given him though, was a new one. He didn't know how to act on it, or if he should. Maybe he was just imagining things. He looked towards Chyna, who was now chattering up a storm with Chyna about girl things.
It was to his amazement that the duo kept the conversation up the whole 11 hour flight. Only girls, he muttered in his head. Only girls can talk that long non-stop without tiring or running out of things to talk about.