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Chapter 4:
I was dreaming of a better world, a place where the name Jace Herondale was only a thought. I was just about to accept the 1st Rank award when I was struck in the face by a marshmallow.
I turned around in shock, trying to pinpoint the source of the attack, when I was struck again by yet another one. The only thing different about this time was that the marshmallow was accompanied by a chuckle, a very familiar chuckle.
By this time I had already started to fade back into the realm of consciousness, and I realized that I wasn't being pelted with marshmallows. No, not marshmallows, spitballs. Sticky, gooey, disgusting spitballs that were being launched from the end
/of a straw that was in between Jace's lips.
Once I was fully aware of what was happening I immediately slapped the remnants of the soaked paper off my face.
"What the hell are you doing!?" I asked him, "did you literally have nothing better to occupy your time with?" He just continues to stare at me with that stupid playboy smirk that always seems to be plastered on his face.
"Well?" I ask, "aren't you going to explain yourself?" He tilts his head to the side, as if contemplating his answer.
"I don't think I should have to explain myself," he tells me, "what I did seemed quite self-explanatory. You were sleeping, I was bored, end of explanation." He crosses his arms across his chest and leans back in his seat, feeling very accomplishedI
would guess.
I decided to let it go, for now. Maybe all I had to do was treat him like a small child, ignore him long enough and he would just leave me alone.
My plan worked for a total of twenty minutes. I had finally started to drift back into the world of dreams when I was suddenly flicked on the nose. I bolted upright and threw an accusatory glare a Jace.
"What?" he asked, "it's not my fault that your nose is really flickable. I mean honestly, what do you expect a guy to do?" He started grumbling to himself as if somehow upset that I didn't appreciate his nose flickery habits.
The only thing I could do was shake my head at him and pray that he got some mental help... Soon.
When Isabelle started to approach us, it was about a quarter after 6pm. I looked to my left to find Jace completely knocked out. It was kind of funny, when he was asleep he actually looked like a decent person instead of the jerk that he usuallywas.
Maybe even a little angelic.
Based on the refreshed and elated expression on Isabelle's face, I could assume that she'd had better luck sleeping than I did
"Good morning!" she practically sang to me and a comatose Jace, "Aren't you excited? I asked the flight attendant, and she told me that we'd be landing at LaGuardia Airport in about half an hour so I think that we should go ahead and set up a gameplan."
I look over at Jace slouching in his chair next to me.
"That's actually a really good idea Isabelle, but we should probably wake him up first." I thought about earlier today when Jace absolutely refused to let me get any sleep and suddenly an idea for payback presented itself. "On second thought, you
go get your things from your seat and I'll wake him up." She nodded her agreement and then skipped back to her seat.
It took me a second to get my plan organized. Even though I knew that I probably could have come up with a very detailed revenge plan, I decided to keep it simple. I was going to use his own tricks against him.
I look over a Jace one more time and then I make my move. Reaching over him silently, I placed my hand strategically over his face so that my middle finger and thumb (which were already placed together) were directly above his nose.
I waited a few seconds, feeling his soft snores against my hand, and then with as much strength as my two fingers could muster, I flicked his nose.
Before I knew what was happening, my back was flattened against my seat and Jace's face was in such close proximity with mine that I could see the hidden chip in his tooth. I could see the storm that was hidden behind his gold irises.
The atmosphere on the plane seemed to drop, it was as if the hurricane within his eyes had surrounded us and taken me captive.
"You wouldn'tbelievewhat jus-" I flinched so hard at the sound of Isabelle's voice that I hit my head on the rails above me. "Oh, " she continued, "am I interrupting something?" We all sat there in an awkward silence, notsaying anything
at all. Jace was the first of us to recover.
"Dammit Iz," he said while rubbing the back of his neck, "do you have to be so loud? Some of us actually have to sleep." With that said, he turned so that his back was facing me.
I don't know if it was the shock of what just happened, or the jet lag messing with my mind, but between Isabelle's disgruntled gaze and Jace's blatant display of disinterest, I almost felt...disappointed?
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