Page 38 of Time to Bounce

“Such a bitch,” one of the teens said under his breath.

My eyes went to him. “It makes me a bitch that I planned ahead and purchased the seat that I wanted?”

The teen rolled his eyes.

“This was an upgrade for us, too,” the mom explained, sounding miffed. “When we talked to the ladies at the check-in desk, they were able to upgrade them all but one.”

“I guess you should count your family lucky that you were able to do that.” I took my seat.

The family was very loud.

And even worse, they made one of the teens go to their seat in coach.

I would’ve never done that to my kids.

How would you even choose which one to send back there?

What assholes.

Speaking of assholes, one of the teens took a seat directly behind my pod-shaped seat.

He started kicking my seat the moment he sat down, and I gritted my teeth, determined to force myself to deal with it.

But the entire boarding, the kicking persisted, leaving me fuming mad.

I knew why the kid was doing it.

He was pissed that he couldn’t sit with his sibling.

Well, I really didn’t give a flying fuck.

Truly, I didn’t.

What I did care about was the fact that I paid for this seat, because I was flying to Japan, and I wanted to do that in comfort.

What I didn’t want to do was sit there for the entire flight and allow them to kick my seat.

That was eighteen hours I would have to deal.

And let’s be honest.

There was a reason that Gavrel told everyone who would listen that I had a short temper.

He said it was because I was Asian spicy—i.e., extra short.

God, I missed my brother.

I missed him even more since I was making this trip alone.

Kick.

Kick.

Kick.

I gritted my teeth and tried to deal; surely, he’d get over it, right?

But nope.

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