GATE B30 JUSTIN
Dallas (DAL)
Stepping off the plane in Dallas, I realized that Shay had yet to respond to my last email. Not only that, but she hadn't sent me a single message this week, and I wasn't sure why I cared-or even noticed, but it made me upset for some reason.
Justin: Bathroom near the Hudson's Bookstore. Terminal B.
Justin: The board says your flight landed half an hour ago, Shay.
Justin: This arrangement works better when you actually answer.
Ten minutes passed.
Justin: Have you somehow gotten lost in the airport?
Twenty more minutes passed, and she never answered, never showed up. Frustrated, I figured she was still upset about our last conversation and sent her an email instead.
Subject: Our arrangement...
You're making this more difficult than it needs to be, Shay.
-Justin
Subject: Re: Our arrangement...
I'm not making anything more difficult than it needs to be. I'm done. I can't deal with how you treat me anymore. (Also, I'm pretty sure those ellipses weren't necessary in your subject heading.)
-Shay
Subject: Re: Re: Our arrangement...
Seeing as though I don't treat you terribly, you need a better reason than that. Feel free to tell me in the bathroom near Hudson's Bookstore. Terminal B. (I'm pretty sure you should never challenge me on grammar.)
-Justin
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Our arrangement...
You now treat me like a fuck-toy and a cum-bucket. You won't even TALK to me about simple shit like the weather unless YOU feel like it.
I. AM. DONE.
-Shay
PS-This is exactly why I never wanted to fuck a pilot.
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Our arrangement...
You know seventeen letter words and twenty-one letter adjectives and you choose to use the words "fuck toy" and "cum bucket"? I don't TALK to you because we agreed not to fucking TALK and unlike you, I would like to stick to the original rules.
You are not done, you just want to play like you are, but I'm not chasing you again, Shay.
-Justin
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Our arrangement...
I'm counting on it.
-Shay
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Our arrangement...
I'm giving you five minutes to get to the bathroom, Shay.
-Justin
Subject: Failed Message. Auto Response.
The recipient has blocked all further communication from this email address.
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SHAY
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Present Day
Fuck him.
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