Page 211 of Ride or Die


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He's mad, I'm squashed, he stole my window, and somehow I'm the problem!

I turn, smirking. "Cry about it."

He glares harder. "You're seriously such an asshole."

"Jesus Christ, can you two chill for five minutes? We're on our way to Spain, not war," Lorenzo groans.

We don't answer.

We're too busy burning holes into each other's skulls with our eyes.

Rava shifts again, bumping my foot. I lean back, throwing my head against the seat. "You have two feet of personal space and you still can't stay the fuck on your side," I snap.

"You're unbelievable," Rava hisses.

"No," I say. "You're just pathetic at basic motor skills."

I flick his ear.

Then I realize what I've done.

He slaps his hand over it, mouth open and eyes wide open.

"You didnotjust do that 2010 shit to me." He reaches over and flicks me right in the middle of my forehead.

My head actually clicks.

Oh, he's done.

Lorenzo laughs under his breath like he's watching a reality show. "Seriously. You two are like divorced parents fighting over who gets the armrest."

Rava turns toward the window. I stare at the back of his head.

Tch. I can't.

How the hell am I supposed to survive this trip? We haven't even taken off yet and I'm already two seconds away from losing my mind. I'm gonna hit my breaking point with him.

I already feel bad for him. He has no idea what it's like to be trapped next to the person you want and refuse to want at the same time.

Poor thing thinks I'm just annoying.

If only he knew I'm actively trying not to ruin both our lives. So I turn away. Don't. Don't fucking soften.

I bite the inside of my cheek.

Lorenzo sighs dramatically beside me.

"God, is that what we're doing now? We're going to fucking Spain, man. Lighten up. Drink some shitty airplane coffee. Do something besides murder each other with your eyeballs."

I snort under my breath but don't look at him.

I don't even dare turn my head.

I know myself. If I look, I won't just look.

I'll do other shit too. Shit I'm not supposed to do.

It's not that I won't like it. I'll love it. That's the problem.