Thankfully not long after that Mr Walton returned, satisfied I’d had enough reflective time for one day. Back in the departure lounge, I was in the middle of texting Sara about how bored I was, when I heard a soft thud beside me. Turning sideways I saw Bianca Hepburn aka the new girl, she was still known as the new girl even though she had been at St. Richard’s High for about two months now.

“Hey, Kim isn’t it? Is it ok if I sit here?” She asked anxiously, gesturing towards the seat where she had just placed her bag. I smiled back, putting my phone back in my pocket.

“Sure.”

I didn’t really know much about her , even though she was in most of my classes, we had never really spoke. I knew the popular crowd had wanted to recruit her when she first arrived, probably for her good looks and popularity with the opposite sex. Nevertheless she had surprised everyone by turning down their offer, thus ensuing no-one would befriend her, or else suffer the wrath of Marie and her cohorts. Marie, however had never scared me.

“So, excited about gay ‘Paree?” I asked in a faux-French accent, watching Bianca flick through a copy of Vogue. Grinning widely she adopted a similar accent.

“Très excited.” We both laughed, and the ice was broken.

When it was finally time to board our flight, We were gabbing away like we’d known each other for years rather than a few hours. I felt bad for not making an effort before, I was usually wrapped up in my own friends. She was normally alone when I saw her at school.

“I think that guy’s trying to get you’re attention?” Bianca abruptly halted the conversation about how Olivier Martinez was clearly hotter than Johnny Depp, and pointed with her boarding pass to the front of the queue. To my annoyance, I saw it was Mr I-Have-A-Private-Lounge waving his hands in my direction and gesturing about something. Rolling my eyes at him, I crossed my arms and turned my back on him.

“Whoa, what happened between you and the hottie?”

“The hottie?” I asked confused, then I realised who she meant. Well I suppose some girls would find him handsome, with his big brown eyes and stylishly rumpled hair. But this seemed to incense me further.

“Oh, him. Not much.” I muttered moving up the queue, watching the alleged ‘hottie’ give-up gesturing and head into the tunnel connected to the aircraft.