The flight to Warsaw was quite exhausting, even though it didn't last longer than three hours. I sat between Niall and Liam, who were quite keen on discussing their current sex lives right over my lap, so I couldn't get any sleep.
Now we're at baggage claim, I'm exhausted, and Kylie Edwards is yelling into Mr. Andrews' ear about how she hasn't gotten her luggage yet and that she's going to sue the airport if it doesn't show up in a few seconds.
"Take a damn chill pill young lady!" Mr. Andrews yells at her so she can calm down. "I am not the suitcase keeper but I guarantee you that your luggage didn't get lost on the way here okay? You just have to be patient because you weren't the only one on the plane!"
That shuts Kylie up, and she crosses her arms over her chest before heading back to us. Apparently, ever since her and Sean split, she became friendly with us and somehow infiltrated herself within our group.
And I don't mean the actual SQUAD (which was made out of Jake, Sophia, and I)-thank God-, I mean the girls' group: Sophia, Eleanor, Perrie, and I. We weren't quite the best friends in the world, but it was nice to have a girl group to hang out with from time to time outside of school.
Thankfully for everyone's well being and ears, Kylie's luggage shows up one minute later, and she happily claims it before we all listen to what Mr. Flack has to say.
"Well then. I'm glad I finally got everyone's attention. The fifteen exchange students are waiting for us at their school, and they've already prepared us lunch. After you get to meet everyone, you'll be going back to your respective homes and we'll see each other tomorrow right back at the school. We'll talk details while everyone gets there."
We pile into the bus that is waiting for us outside the airport, and I sit next to Sophia so we can talk about Liam and Zayn, of course.
"So I might have told Zayn that I wanted to have sex on my birthday."
"With him?" she asks, almost spitting out her sandwich.
"No, with his grandma. Of course with him! And keep your voice down or he'll know we're talking about them." I whisper. We both turn our heads towards the back where the boys are located, and miserably fail to be subtle because they're looking right back at us.
"And what did he say?"
"He said yes."
"That's huge! I mean, that's huge." She says, adjusting her tone. "Do you have everything?"
"Was I supposed to have something?" I ask her, now panicking.
"You know, condoms, candles...shaving cream. Razor."
"Uh...I got the shaving stuff but I figured he brought the condoms? And also, candles? Why would I need candles?"
"For it to be more romantic? When Liam and I first-" she starts.
"Oh here we go." I sigh.
"What?"
"I heard the story of your first time with Liam like ten times before."
"So?"
"Well...I don't think it's such a big deal. But I feel sort of weird because...what if he doesn't like it? And then he'll never speak to me again."
"Yes he will! Trust me, if you give a penis a hole to thrust into, there is no way it's going to be anything other than good."
"Yeah but I'm definitely more inexperienced than all the other people he's slept with. Have you seen the guys and the girls he's slept with? They look so good. And I'm-I don't know."
