Teach Me - Jenlisa G!P

CHAPTER 14 - Mile High Club PT 2

The intercom crackles to life, and the pilot's voice booms through the speakers, announcing our descent into Vietnam.

I rub my eyes, groggy and disoriented. "It's been five hours already? Wow, I must have been out cold." Stretching, I drag myself to the tiny aeroplane bathroom. I smear toothpaste onto my brush and stare at my reflection. The bags under my eyes are not cute, and my skin feels dry and cracked.

I scrub my teeth clean and then pull out a much-needed gel face mask from my toiletry bag, smoothing it over my skin. I groan, It feels cool and refreshing, a stark contrast to the dry air of the cabin.

As I walk back to my seat, I notice people staring at me. Have they never seen someone in a face mask before?" I scoff, giving a casual shrug. Let them look; this is why they're ugly and I'm not.

The "buckle up" seatbelt sign switches on, and I quickly buckle myself in and recline my seat. I settle back and glance at Lisa, who is snoring softly beside me, wrapped up in her blanket.

 I check to make sure she has her seatbelt on, and luckily, she does. Her pouty bottom lip and the gentle rise and fall of her chest make her look so innocent, but a few hours ago, she showed me otherwise.

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The plane lands with a slight jolt, and we disembark into the sweltering heat of Vietnam. The air is thick and humid, hitting me like a ton of bricks. "Welcome to the sauna," I grumble under my breath as we form a line exiting the plane.

"Okay, everyone, last push! Let's head to the VIP lounge. We can rest there," our teacher announces, trying to sound all calm and collected.

We trudge into the airport, and it's still sweltering hot. The whole class groans; everyone is expecting air conditioning. I can't stand it any longer and fight the urge to collapse onto the cool floor. The terminal is buzzing with people, a chaotic mix of travellers and airport staff. I didn't expect it to be so crowded—why are there so many people traveling to Vietnam today? I stick close to the class, trying not to get lost in the crowd as we battle our way through the masses of people to the VIP lounge.

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We finally make it to the VIP lounge, and the class starts to relax. "Okay guys, let me sort out the tickets. Well done," the teacher says.

I put my bag down on the floor and collapsed onto the cool surface, groaning in relief. A few others in the class do the same.

We hear a commotion brewing and turn to look. We're greeted with the sight of our teacher in a heated argument with the staff. She's losing her cool, shouting at two guards. Honestly, she's such a badass when she's mad.