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Chapter sixteen: This shall be fun

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙣

Cami wasn't too happy about me leaving the party early, but she got over it pretty quickly.

She doesn't know about my whole situation with Alex meaning I couldn't adequately explain, so I just told her that the crowds bothered me and I had to go home. She didn't question it further because that's the type of friend she is. A good one. One who understands.

The airport is weirdly busy for this early in the morning. I'm already terrified about the flight but the bustling crowds full of people rushing about, trying to get to their flights on time is no help whatsoever.

The wait for our flight was not enjoyable in even the slightest way. I made the mistake of having a coffee — it only made my anxiety spike. I'm sure I've annoyed and bored both Cami and Lucy to near-death by nervously chatting away about nonsense.

I tried drawing to help with the nerves, but my hands were too shaky to hold the pencil still, so I had to give up.

When the announcements go off about our flight, I clutch onto Cami's arm like a child with their mother until I have to let go when I get patted down, and when they check my passport. Then, quicker than I'd like time to go by, we're boarding the plane.

As I put my hand luggage in the overhead compartment, I can hear someone chuckle behind me. It's a chuckle I can recognise anywhere. Alex. Of course it is.

"Hooking up with two girls in one night? I didn't think you were that type of guy." He says. I turn around to see him smirking at me. I roll my eyes at him, but before I can reply, I'm cut off by Mr Thompson.

"Can everyone sit in the nearest seat to where they're standing! You will stay in that seat for the duration of the flight. You are only allowed out of that seat if you have to use the toilet facilities, to which you will tell one of us, teachers, where you're going." He shouts.

Several students, including me, groan aloud. I'd hoped I would get to sit next to Cami or at least Lucy. Then I remember, I have to share a room with Alex for the whole trip.

Oh, fuck no.

"I'll take the window seat. 'Cause, like, in case you need to get out quickly," Alex says, gesturing to the seats beside us. I look at him questioningly. "...because of your anxiety?" He continues, although it comes out more of a question, as though he's not sure if it was the right thing to say. I stand aside and let him past me.

When I sit down, I blatantly ignore him. Even as we're about to take off and my panic rises further, I don't look to see if he's judging me. I just fix my gaze on the seat in front of me and try to focus on breathing. But that's hard to do when your leg is annoyingly bobbing up and down, and you can't seem to stop it. Or when a sharp pain appears in the palm of your hand when you realise you've clenched your fist a bit too hard.