Our week in Paris.

Close call.

~Lexi's P.O.V~

        My eyes shot from the back of the bus, to the front, seeing if the teachers were witnessing any of this. Mrs. E and the other chaperon's were occupied by there phones. Thank bloody god. I heard all the chitter chatter in the back of the bus from where Laura was sitting cease. I didn't have time to react, my feet suddenly had a mind of their own. I shot up out of my seat, trying not to make noise to arouse the teachers as I ran for my best friend. 

        "Angel!" I hissed through my teeth. "Sit down. Now." I tried to calm the shakiness out of my voice the best I could, but it was to no avail. My voice quivered just as much as my knees did. I was so scared, what if the teachers sent us home early? Or expelled us again? My mum was okay with me getting in trouble, she understood, but the third time in one year? She wouldn't take it well. The thought of that alone made me want to scream. I understand that Angel was just defending me but I can take care of myself. I'm not a two year old. Granted I've never been in a fight before, but seriously, I could handle Laura. Couldn't I?

        ~Angel's P.O.V~

        Lexi stood in the middle of the hallway, I hadn't noticed her until her hand gripped my forearm. She was squeezing tight, obviously scared because I was mad. Well you know what, I don't care. I looked into Lex's eyes and searched for something. Something that would make her understand that I had to do something about Laura. I had to! She's bullied Lex for the last time. We must have been standing in the isle of the bus for too long because I heard Mrs. E's annoying voice break into my thoughts.

        "Girls! Do we have a problem here? Please take your seats for the remaining time of the trip!" I looked from Mrs. E, to Lexi. Her stare was cold, not even bothering to look back at the teacher that was yelling at us, she kept staring directly at me. She looked madder than I had been. I couldn't find the right words to say, so I just nodded at Lexi, hoping she would understand that I was sorry for causing a scene. I saw her eyes soften up, and her grip on my arm released, leaving a red mark. Mrs. E was scowling at us with impatient eyes, So I turned back to Laura. The whole bus was still silent, and I didn't want anyone else to hear me so I bent down right next to Laura's ear, forcing my voice to stay strong and calm, cool and collected.

        "Harass my friend again, and I'll be here when Mrs. E can't  save you." Without another word I turned on my heel and walked away. Past Blake, past Lexi, past Mrs. E, and just back to my seat.

        ~Lexi's P.O.V~ 

        The rest of the bus ride was awkward. The eerie silence that was in the room before had faded, but Angel was still upset about what had happened. Maybe I was just over reacting. After all, she was just trying to defend me. I looked over at her. She intently watched the ground until looking up at me with her baby blue eyes. I was relieved to see they returned color.

        "I-I'm sorry..." She stuttered.

        "It's alright. Thanks for trying to defend me, but you need to realize we can only change schools so many times. Plus, were supposed to be having fun, remember!" She still looked sad. "Remember, sugar plum?" She laughed at my silly pet name for her and her face returned to sweet Angel again. 

        "Oh, I remember." She jokingly tapped my arm with her elbow. 

        ~Angel's P.O.V~

        The bus had stopped and the teachers herded us out in straight lines, leading us up to the museum we were visiting. A giant Smithsonian stood before us, all marble with columns of gold with statues placed on top line the sidewalk leading up to the doors. The weather was amazingly gorgeous in Paris. It was nice to feel the sun and not have to deal with the snow and slush for a while. The class awaited at the foot of the giant steps leading up to the door to the museum  Lexi stood next to me, studying a map of the inside of the museum  tracing patterns with her fingers and mentally noting all the artifacts we just had to see before the day was gone. I felt someone tap my left shoulder, I turned in the direction to see who it was but no one was standing there. I turned back to my right and saw Blake standing there laughing.

        "Gotcha!" He giggled. His American accent was so hot. I felt myself blush as his laugh made me want to melt into a puddle.