"You are cheating!"

"I am not!"

"Yes you are! There is no way you've won this many hands. Stand up."

Trevor's hands came over to lift my leg making me slap it away.

"I am not standing up."

"You are hiding cards under you, I know it." He reached for me again. Slapping his hand once more I shook my head.

"You just can't stand losing." I reached for the stack of cards on the little table dividing us.

"I can handle losing perfectly fine." Trevor retorted making me snort. Yeah right.

We've been on the airplane for five hours already, even though those five hours already feel like ten. Being in first class was definitely better than being in coach though. Instead of being stuck in a small chair surrounded by people I was seated in a pretty roomie chair that could recline all the way back. 

(Thought I'd add a pic of what some first class seats look like. I've never been in first class but looks so fancy)

The first four hours weren't bad. We all had seats by each other so we could easily talk, so I spent most of that time talking to Josie and Sydni who were seated the closest. Almost the entire time Trevor sat beside me prodding me to play cards with him. Every few minutes he would poke my arm or interrupt my conversation with the others until I finally agreed, beyond bored.

So now an hour later we were playing our 7th round of blackjack. I've won six of those seven much to Trevor's dismay. With each hand that I've won the more certain he got that I was cheating. Wasn't my fault he just sucked...and had a horrible poker face.

"We can play something else." I offered, although I had no problem kicking his ass some more. I bet he was happy I said no to playing with money.

"One more round." He all but demanded.

"Fine by me." I smirked, shuffling the cards in my hands.

"How did you get so good at cards?" Trevor asked, his eyes watching me shuffle. It was odd but the act of shuffling soothed me. The sound, the feel of the cards in my hands.

"I had a lot of time when I was younger." I answered. Trevor sat there waiting for me to continue. "My parents weren't around much when I was young and there was only so much tv or reading someone can take. So I learned how to play cards." I said with a shrug.

"You played by yourself?"

"Yeah." I avoided his gaze, knowing how pathetic it sounded.

I really didn't have the right to complain or do the whole 'woe me' because my parents weren't around. I still had everything I could want. Instead of giving me their time they gave me everything else. Everything from the newest toys to a brand new car. Gave me everything I didn't want or even need.

"Shitty parents are the worst." Trevor's response had me snapping my head up. He was looking at me with a knowing expression. Like he knew what I was talking about. I opened my mouth to say something but he stopped me. "What are we playing this time?"

He was changing the subject but I found myself a bit grateful actually. I didn't like talking about my family and by the sound of it neither did Trevor. With the corner of my mouth tilting up I shuffled the cards one last time and dealt them out.

Looks like Trevor and I had something in common after all.

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"Can I get you anything?" The same voice that was just here five minutes ago spoke. I resisted an eye roll. The same flight attendant has come by our seats at least three times in the last twenty minutes. Each time asking only Trevor if he needed anything, ignoring me completely.

"I'm alright, thank you." Trevor politely declined.

"Just give me a wave if you do." From the corner of my eye I saw her place her hand on his arm and give it a squeeze. The flight attended slowly let go and walked away but I knew she was still staring at Trevor. Once she was out of hearing range I snorted into my book.

"What?"

"Nothing." I shook my head.

"Nuh uh you snorted. Why?" I put my book down and glanced over the divider at him.

"Are you blind?" The look he sent me had me holding back a laugh. "The flight attendant is flirting with you."

"She's doing her job." He shook his head.

"Yeah cause asking someone if they need anything four times is her job."

"In case you didn't know I am quite a big deal around here." He puffed his chest out and wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"Known as the biggest dork? Yeah." I couldn't help but tease him. There was something about Trevor that brought out my sarcastic side. A side that only came out around Josie.

"You're just jealous of my dorkyness."

"That's not a word."

"It is now." My lips were threatening to break out into a smile. I turned back to my book so he couldn't see the amusement written on my face. I hated how my guard dropped around him so easily. Just one of those earth shattering smiles and the walls I've built crumble around my feet.

"I thought you may need one of these." That all too familiar voice spoke yet again. I looked over just as the same flight attendant came up to Trevor's chair. In her hands she had a blanket when she already passed out some a few hours before. I met Trevor's eyes and sent him a smirk that said 'told you'.

"I..." For a guy who was such a ladies man he seemed unsure of what to say. The woman stared down at him with a look that said she'd be more than happy if he met her in the bathroom. Something flared in my chest at the look.

"Actually I'll take that." I spoke up, standing up and extending my hand out for the blanket. For the first time since she started coming over here she seemed to notice me. Her eyes looked me up and down, taking in my worn black leggings that were a lighter shade of black from how many times I've worn and washed them, and the baggy sweatshirt I donned on earlier. I didn't exactly look my best and the tilt of her lips let me know she thought I was less than stellar.

The look on her face didn't faze me. I've had plenty of people, girls mostly, look at me like that. You don't grow up with parents like mine, going to socialite parties where every single person there is judging you on every little thing about you, to care. I've had plenty of fake friends to know a fake smile when I see one. I've done enough of those smiles.

"The blanket?" I prompted, sending her the same fake smile back. Don't play a fake game with someone who's played it longer.

I could see the flash of anger cross her face before she schooled her expression and handed the blanket over.

"Thanks." I sat back down and made a show of putting the blanket on my legs. When she still hadn't moved I raised an eyebrow. "I think we are good now." I didn't care that my voice came out rude or that my expression was less than friendly. Maybe now she'll get the hint. I was getting tired of seeing her coming around every few minutes.

I did understand that Trevor was attractive...okay he was more than attractive, but she didn't need to come over and flirt every few seconds. Especially since I've been sitting right here the entire time.

The look she cut me only made my eyes narrow even more. Turning to Trevor she plastered on her stupid smile and squeezed his arm again. Looking at Trevor I noticed how uncomfortable he looked. He was sitting with his back straight, hands gripping the arms of his chair. Clenching my jaw anger suddenly filled me. My eyes were glued to her hand on his arm as I sat up.

"I would suggest you move your hand before I come over there and do it myself." My voice was like ice. Both her and Trevor's heads snapped towards me. "Your. Hand."

She looked at me and her hand, still not moving it. From the corner of my eye I could see Trevor trying to move his arm away which just further pissed me off.

"I have no issue telling your supervision you are harassing passengers." And I was dead serious. Just because she found someone attractive didn't mean she could go around touching them without their consent.

The color leeched from her face at my words. I was normally the nicest person but I can also be the biggest bitch you've ever met. I had no problem being one either. She finally seemed to understand I was being serious as she snatched her hand back. I didn't look away from her as she slowly backed up a step.

"If we need anything we will let you know." I didn't bother giving her a fake smile this time. She nodded once, my words finally seeming to sink in. "Until then don't come back." I didn't miss the slightest flinch she did at my words. Not one part of me felt bad.

Without another word the flight attendant left, this time not sparing Trevor another glance. Good.

Still feeling angry at the way she touched him I sat back in my seat, my hands shaking slightly as I grabbed my book once again. I could feel Trevor's gaze on me but I forced myself to keep my eyes down on my book.

It took everything I had not to let certain memories flood my mind. Memories I've tried so hard the past year to get rid of. Memories that had ruined me inside and out.

"Thank you." Trevor's voice broke through the fog threatening to drag me under. I gave him a small nod in return. "You didn't have to."

"Yeah well I don't like people touching others without their consent."

My words were still clipped as I stared unseeing at my book. I could tell Trevor wanted to say more but seemed to understand I was not in the mood for anything else. Gripping my book with tight hands I ignored him and everyone around me as I tried not to drown in my past. 

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