Our week in Paris.

Soothing words and hateful thoughts.

 ~Lexi's P.O.V~

        Blake? Oh bloody hell! I gasped, causing the whore ontop of him to whip around and face us. First was a shocked expression, then came a look of a humorous kind of bragging as Laura stared at Angel. For a second, I forgot Angel was there. This was the bloke she liked! She was going to punch Laura's face in, wasn't she? I looked over a Angel. She had her hand over her mouth, and her eyes were moist. She was crying hard not to cry. Angel never cried. Never. I predicted Angel to run back into the hotel room and cry her eyes out, but no. She pushed her hair back over her shoulder with the hand that hadn't been covering her mouth, and walked down the stairs. Not to slap Laura, not to confront Blake, but she walked passed them and down the many flights of stairs without one word. I had never heard a more heartbreaking silence.

        ~Angel's P.O.V~

        What I had just saw had no words to describe. I thought Blake liked me! He made me laugh, called me beautiful, and now he was making out with Laura?! Had he even tried to stop her? Had he attempted to push her off? Probably not. He probably enjoyed the bloody slut show from her! I didn't eat breakfast when I got down to the lobby. I pushed past all the kids and sat down in a plush brown chair with golden studs. Gold and brown must have been the theme for this place, it was fancy.

        I fished my sunglasses from my purse, and put them on. I didn't care if we were inside, I didn't want people to see how puffy and red my eyes must have gotten from crying. I hadn't cried over a guy since Nick. I just thought that Blake liked me.. Something about him and Laura didn't add up. Like one of those division problems where you know the answer is supposed to be even but it comes out a decimal. I tried to think about math, just to get my mind off the sight in the stairwell. But I couldn't escape the visual of Blake kissing Laura. Laura kissing Blake. It just didn't-

        "Angel please let me explain." I heard someone say in a broken whisper beside me. The american accent. I quickly looked up to him, meeting his big brown loving eyes, knowing he probably couldn't see mine because of my glasses, and looked away just as fast.

        "Save it for Laura, Blake." I tried to sound confident but my voice betrayed me and broke. A silent tear rolled down my cheek, and I stood up. All the kids were leaving to get to the bus. Where did Lex say we were going? A play? Oh fun fun, how swell. Maybe Blake and Laura can suck face some more whilst the lights go out for the performance.

        ~Lexi's P.O.V~ 

        I couldn't find Angel. Until I got on the bus, that is. It was such a lovely day for such drama. I hated seeing her sad, it gave me such a sick and horrid feeling in the pit of my stomach. She was wearing her glasses, she must have been crying. She sat on the inside of the seat, leaning her head on the window, and watching people board the charter. I sat down quietly next to her, and gently patted her shoulder. 

        "Angel-"

        "Lex, don't say anything. I don't need you to tell me that he wasn't the one and stuff. I just really liked this one." She took off her glasses before she cut me off and her eyes were, despite the redness, pleading. She looked like a puppy who had been kicked. She seemed so sad and it hurt me so much to see her so. 

        "Alright Baby Cakes. Alright." I didn't expect my awkward nickname to sooth her, and it didn't. I pulled her into a hug and let her fall asleep in my arms the rest of the ride to the play. Laura was going to pay. So was Blake. I don't know who's fault it was, but someone was going to. 

No one was allowed to hurt Angel like this. 

No one.