After a long-winded lecture on the dangers of underage drinking, Newt finally let me go back to my seat.

“So where did you go then?” Bianca questioned me excitedly.

“Well, I…”

“Didn’t you see Bi-Skanka?” Marie Jeered loudly, from a few seats behind. “She went to join the mile high club with some guy.” I heard people giggle around the cabin, and felt my face go bright red. Looking down I saw a tray containing uneaten breakfast food, which must have been left when I was away. I was already in trouble, so what the heck. Picking up a plastic bowl of soggy-looking porridge, I swivelled my head to look behind me.

“Oh, Marie” I called out sweetly, waving my free hand. She looked up, an unpleasant smirk plastered across her perma-tanned face. Before she could register what I was doing, the porridge bowl flew through the air like a Frisbee and landed, dripping down her forehead. There was shocked silence for a few seconds, before raucous laughter filled the air.

“Coburn! You complete Bitch!” Marie wailed, trying to remove the lumpy mixture form her hair.

Even though I had to spend the rest of the flight, sandwiched between Mr. Walton and Newt, it was definitely worth it.

On arriving at Charles De Galle, we piled into our waiting tour bus and set out for the city. I was forced to sit at the front, beside the teachers, seeing as I now couldn’t be trusted. Bianca plopped down next to me and shook my hand.

“I was told to do that on behalf of the class.” She grinned

“It was nothing.” I replied modestly, staring contentedly out the window at the French countryside.

“Are you going to tell me where you really went on the plane?” She insisted , settling back in her seat . After telling her of my earlier encounter with Oliver , I went on to explain meeting him on the plane again.

“You are so lucky.” She sighed , when I had finished my tale .

“Er, why exactly?”

“Meeting a handsome stranger on holiday. It’s like something out of an old film.”

“Technically it’s an school art trip, and anyway he’s not my type.”

“Not a fan of hot, rich and perfect then?” Bianca replied archly.

“Nope.” I said defiantly. “Anyway, it’s not like I’m ever going to see him again, is it?”