Our week in Paris.

Sunk.

       ~Lexi's P.O.V~

        "So.. Let me get this straight, two times? You guys kissed two times?" I made a little "o" shape with my mouth as Angel nodded her head. So Blake had tried to stop Laura.. Hm. I couldn't help but ask questions about Angel's experience last night. I looked over at the clock from my sitting position on my bed. It was nine o' clock in the morning. We had to be downstairs in thirty minutes. We were going on a fairy boat ride today around Pairs. It was day three of the trip and we had today, plus two more days left to enjoy the magnificence of Paris, I never wanted to leave. 

        "Well hurry up, we have to be our the door in thirty and I want to fetch some breakfast before we leave!" I whined as Angel pulled her shirt over her head coming out of the bathroom.  polyvore.com/angels_outfit_for_third_day/set?id=74287369 She looked lovely, as usual. I was wearing an outfit I bought at the mall yesterday, polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=74292421 . I straightened my hair today so I could wear my black beanie. 

        "Occupy yourself whilst I finished getting dressed!" She hissed to me. I bounced off the bed and walked toward the bathroom.

        "Fine, I'm going to the Loo." She laughed at what I called the bathroom. I don't know why people in America thought it was funny, it's what we all called it in London. Who knows with this country. I went to the bathroom and by the time I was finished Angel was ready to go. 

        We walked downstairs and met Blake. I was cold to him, I still didn't like what happened between him and Laura, no matter if it was accident or not. It bugged me, and it hurt my best friend. I ordered a muffin from the cafe and found a table to eat at with Blake and Angel. They played footsy under the table and he shared some un-humorous American jokes. I couldn't help but laugh at them, especially with the look on his face after he said the punchline and waited for a reaction that never came. 

        ~Angel's P.O.V~

        I was glad things worked out with Blake afterall. Lexi and him got along good. It was obvious she was giving him a bit of a cold shoulder, but I couldn't blame her. I was feeling a bit sad still. When we boarded the bus, we took our normal seats but instead of Blake sitting by Laura, he sat with some of his other guy friends. Lexi took the window seat. We played a game of 'Counting Cars' We made up when we were five. You pick a color of a car and count how many you see with that color and who ever has the most at the end wins. Just as we arrived I counted my eighteenth blue car, not alot of people in Paris drove. The streets were narrow, and mostly people walked. The style here was so unusual, in fact, a bit like London but with way more stripes and shorts. 

        Lexi beat me with four more cars. Damn. As we got out of the bus, I realized where we were. A marina. A boat marina? Were going on a boat?  The teachers led us over to a giant Fairy. It was white with dark blue seats and a dark blue tarp shading the inside. "Midnight's Dream" Was printed in cursive along the bottom. Blake held my hand and helped me board the boat, then did the same for Lex. I was grateful he was a gentleman.

        Saltiness of sea spray hits my face as the boat speeds around the canals. A live performance of a smooth jazz band played in front of Lexi, Blake, and I. Blake's arm was protectively wrapped around my shoulder. Paris was beautiful. Some of the buildings were modern, the others were old and beat up. But in the good quaint way. A gasp rippled around the boat as every pointed to the left. We all looked, and there was the Eiffel Tower. I looked over at Lexi and smiled. She looked like a five year old on Christmas day. The Tower looked different not being lit up, but it was none the less, still lovely.

        "I'll be right back," I said to Lexi and Blake next to me. They had questioning looks on their faces. "Getting a drink." I assured them. I stood up and walked to the back of the boat, where the refreshments were. As I was pouring some lemonade I heard her voice. That stupid American voice.

        "So.. You and Blake, huh?" I turned around, half filled cup in hand, and gave her a disgusting look.

        "Oh.. You know?" I batted my eyes innocently. "I thought you'd find out sooner or later."

        "You think he honestly likes you? He's using you." She looked me up and down then sneered. 

        "Well, considering I didn't have to pin up against a wall for him to kiss me, I would thing he actually likes me." She looked like she'd been shot, hurt and anger spread over her face as she inched towards me.

        "You. Little. Whore!" Whore? I crushed the cup in my hand, oozing juice all over my fingers. I lunged at her, grabbing her hair and pulling her over the side of the boat. She cried out in pain and went for my throat, scratching at me. I heard some people scream for the teachers, I didn't bloody care! She called me a whore!

        "Girls! Release eachother!" I heard Mrs. E shouted from behind us. I whipped around to see our teacher standing there, utterly frustrated. The band had stopped, the kid's laughing ceased, the whole boat was still, quiet. Quiet that is, until I hear Laura grunt with struggle, and the next thing I know I'm being hurled over the side of the boat. Oh no you bloody don't! I reached, as blind as I was, I reached for Laura, and caught a hold of what I believe was her arm. I wasn't going in the bloody water by myself! 

The last thing I remembered was the sound of me and my enemy hitting the surface of the water.

I remember submerging to the bottom of the canal...

And not being able to breath.