my princess/x

chapter 18

WORD COUNT: 1189

Hey Brooke." I said, suspiciously. "What you doing back?"

"My mom and the principal talked and I can go here again." She smirked, then looked at the paper in my hand.

"Oh, you too are going on the Paris trip?" She laughed. "So cute! You're going to be gone what? A month?"

"About, Yeah." Nyla glared.

"Nice! Oh, also Reign and Jah are getting pretty close, too bad you're leaving them for a whole month! Together! Bye guys!" She then sashayed away.

"I'll tell you what, if I was in a room with one gun with only a bullet, next to Hitler, Bin Laden, and Brooke, I'd shoot-"

I interrupted her. "It's fine, we will be on a whole other continent. She can't do shit to me there."

She sighed, then we walked back into class, then sat down and rode out the rest of the day.

-

I went to bed early tonight, because I had to wake up at 4am so Nyla could pick me and my older brother up to go to school for the trip. (Yes, unfortuently my brother was going, too😒) Just as I was about to fall asleep, I got a text from Jahseh.

jah😛: i heard u going on the trip. I don't know if you knew but like, I'm in 2nd period AP French, which means 🤠

me: no way you're going?

jah😛: yuh. I'm going to sleep gn, cya tmrw.

me: lol goodnightt

If this was true, then this would totally make whatever Brooke said false. Only one problem, it will be really awkward, since I haven't given . With all these thoughts running through my head, making me insanely tired, I drifted off into a sleep.

-

"BIANCA! TRISTAN! WAKE UP! It's 5:00!" My mom screamed.

"Mom! It's 3:30! We are supposed to wake up at 4!" Tristan shouted.

"If you don't wake up now you aren't getting breakfast!"

"We are getting it at the airport!"

We both woke up about 30 minutes later, got dressed and ready, then waited at the door for 10 minutes for Nyla to pick us up.

"You excited sis?" Tristan asked, sitting on the floor waiting for Nyla, suitcase and backpack in hand.

"Yup. I know you went last year, how was it?" I asked, fiddling with the zipper on my Nike backpack.

"It was really fun. Now I see why Carlos and his girlfriend like it so much. Also we can go visit them there!"

"We are gonna see Carlos next month, and he's only going to be in Paris for like 3 days. It's not worth it."

Tristan shrugged & before we both knew it, Nyla rang the doorbell, signaling she was ready for us.

-
"Tristan, you're like 2 years older then me, I can't believe you don't have a car yet."

"Shut your bitch ass up, Nyla. Some of us like Über, better." He said as he shook his head in the backseat.

"Rude. We're here guys!" She said as she pulled into the gas station.

"This isn't the school." We both said slowly.

"Do y'all want snacks for the plane or not? It's like a 9 hour flight from La Gaurdia to Charles de Gaulle, and airport snacks are expensive as fuck."

"Okay, Tristan you're paying for all of us." I said.

"Damn okay, but Bianca, you owe me."

I laughed and walked into the gas station market, pushing open the white doors, grabbing a basket.

I go into the candy aisle and fill the plastic basket with 9 Reese's cups, 2 packs of gum, a bag of Starbursts, and like 10 rolls of strawberry mentos. Then I head into the snacks aisle and fill my basket with 2 bags of takis. At the cash register I grab about 2 magazines, and a baby bottle pop.

"Jesus, you really owe me." Tristan said.

"You make like $100 a day from playing Fortnite on Twitch, shut up." Nyla said, arriving with about the same amount of shit I had, setting it on the counter.

"$79.47." The cashier said, really tired from being up at 5:00 in the morning.

Tristan sighed, then swiped his card on the machine. The cashier then bagged up all our shit, handing it to us as we left.

"What'd you get Tristan?" I asked as we headed back to Nyla's car.

"Like, a bag of Chester's and a pack of gum and that it."

"You gonna starve to death." Nyla chuckled. "You know the flights like 9 hours, right?"

"Yeah but im finna sleep most of the time, I brought sleep pills and I'm gonna buy a sandwich at the airport.

"Okay."

-

We met with our schools 3 French teachers in the cafeteria, and we all checked in then headed to in the buses and our cars to go to the airport.

I saw Jahseh going into his car, alone, looking at me longingly.

Me, Nyla and Tristan piled into the car, heading out on the highway to Queens, so we can go to LaGaurdia and then head to Paris.

"Hey Ny, play Home by Trippie Redd!" I shouted.

"No, the fuck. Trippies trash." Tristan spat.

"Bet."

"Yo Nyla," Tristan started. "Play Lemonade by Tay K."

The rest of the ride to the airport was filled with Tristan trying to rap, him failing, and Nyla and I laughing.

We arrived at the airport with the school buses and other cars trailing behind us.

Everybody got out, parked, and the teachers started sorting us into groups of who would be with who.

Jahseh was in Group 2 with Tristan, and I was in Group 3 with Nyla, thank God. However, the instructor was Mr. Bernard, and he was known to be very strict.

Me and the 10 other kids in our group followed him around the airport, annoyed that he had to stop for the bathroom every 5 minutes.

We finally got to our gate and waited for the call which signaled our flight would start soon. I looked at my ticket, seeing that my plane leaves in about 10 minutes. Good. The sooner I'm in Paris the better.

"Attention, Gate 4C AirFrance for Paris, France leaves in 10 minutes." They then repeated the announcement.

I looked up at the gate we were at, now concerned there weren't that many people around us. The sign read 17D, shit.

"Uh, Mr. Bernard, we aren't at the right gate."

"Nonsense, we are here."

"But the gate reads 17D."

"Shit- I mean shoot. Everybody, follow me!"

We all ran across the airport, got on the tram, and made it across the airport to our gate just in time.

We made it in our seats, and Nyla sat right beside me, pissed off.

"I can't believe his crusty, senile ass almost made us miss our fucking flight. I know about that no assaulting teachers rule but bitch-" She said, angrily.

"Just relax, it's 7:00 in the morning, nobody has time for this shit. And look, the suns rising. Look how peaceful it is."

The flight attendant interrupted me, speaking on the intercom. "Welcome to AirFrance, Flight 592 to Paris."