C E N T R A L C E E || 18+

Chapter Thirteen

"Have you seen Casey?" I asked one of the flight attendants as I slowly removed myself from my seat. Cench was still sleeping next to me. He slept like an innocent baby, something he clearly wasn't. During all the situation with Martina I had felt bad for not properly thanking him. Hell, I had even said that he wasn't my boyfriend, which he wasn't, but still. Of course that sympathy had only lasted until he had shot a man right in front of me.

"You shouldn't be standing," he answered me. I rolled my eyes, annoyed that everyone was acting so sensitive around me. It was forced empathy and I had done nothing to deserve it.

"Just tell me where she is. I can stand."

"Miss Alodia is still in the cockpit. If you want to, I can—" I interrupted the steward by placing a hand right in front of his face. He seemed irritated, but his face slowly turned a friendly smile again, like his job required.

I tried to walk towards the cockpit as I realised what Casey was doing in there. I still couldn't feel my leg and the short distance now seemed like a huge one. And I wasn't even sure if I wanted to see what was expecting me in the cockpit. Oh god, ew.

"You can't go in there," the copilot said, standing in front of the cockpit door like he was guarding it. But a copilot wasn't supposed wait outside the cockpit.

"I don't have the energy to argue now. Just open the door and the problem is solved," I tried to convince him. But he was more stubborn than I had thought.

"I told you. I can't let you in."

I needed to try something stronger than convincing. Something that would give him a reason to let me in.

"You wouldn't want me to tell Alejandro that his copilot is standing here, doing nothing. I mean you're putting us all in danger, aren't you?" I threatened him. And it seemed to work. He looked at the door, than back at me and rolled his eyes. When he finally opened the door, I saw the thing I had been fearing to see.

"Yes..." the pilot, a middle aged white man, moaned as Casey was fully giving him a blowjob. I was beyond disgusted and I didn't know if it was because I saw the pilot's dick or my best friend giving him a blowjob.

"What the fuck!" I screamed as I tried to cover my eyes and Casey's bare chest at the same time. Everyone started to panick, including the pilot who was trying to zip up his pants again.

"Get out," Casey shrieked, trying to wipe the white, thick liquid off her face. Ew.

I dragged her out, hoping for some answers about where we were going and a proper explanation for I had seen in there. Casey wouldn't casually give someone a blowjob, she was too elegant for that. She wouldn't even kiss her boyfriends in public. So what was going on with the pilot? There had to be a reason.

"What the hell was that?" I loudly whispered. To my surprise, Cench was still asleep. I didn't want to wake him up, which was why we were standing in the back of the jet.

"I'm trying to get your ass to America! You know what it took me to not make you stay in London? A fucking blowjob. So, stop being a bitch and start being a little bit more grateful. And don't you dare think we're not gonna talk about what you said about Cench down there!"

I was too stunned to speak. Never had Casey ever screamed at me like this before. But I felt like deserving it. This was the cherry on top of the guilt I was already feeling.

"I- uh..." I stuttered. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-" I wiped a tear off my face. I was cursing myself out for always crying when someone shouted at me.

"Oh come here," she softly said, taking me into her arms.

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"What do you mean we're in New York?!" Cench shouted. He had slept through our entire  flight. Unfortunately for him, he had expected us to land in London. But that wasn't the case. I was finally home.