CHAPTER 2

I looked around the cafeteria, my gaze automatically darting towards Ethan's crowded table. There was a mixture of cheerleaders and jocks, but my attention was solely on Ethan. He looked effortlessly handsome as he sat on top of the table, his legs rested on the bench. He was joking around with the boys, occasionally smiling, which revealed his cute pair of dimples.

Leah caught me staring at their table as she rolled her eyes at me. "They're all full of themselves. I bet when they wake up, the first thing they do is check in the mirror to see how good looking they are."

Probably not Ethan, I thought to myself. He wasn't like the rest of them.

Why was I defending someone that I didn't even know? Better yet, he probably didn't even know my name. Instead of protesting, I stayed silent to stop any further discussions about this topic.

The last thing I needed was to talk more about some meaningless action of Ethan's. He probably just felt bad that a shy girl was getting picked on so being the nice guy he is, he told his friends to stop.

She watched me like I was a puzzle, but I wasn't even thinking that much. Was I?

"So, are you going on that trip to Europe?" Leah asked, placing her elbows onto the table and eating her sandwich.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I haven't decided."

That was a lie, I didn't have any intentions of going, but I wasn't going to tell her that. If I did, I'd never hear the end of it. Ever since the announcement of the trip, she hasn't stopped pestering me about it.

She tilted her head and looked at me like I was crazy. "It's your Senior year. You have to go!"

I gave her an apologetic smile, hoping that she would let it go, but she didn't.

"It's the very last trip we're going to have together, you can't just leave me with a bunch of people that I hate," she continues.

"I'll think about it."

"There's no need to think, and you don't have an option. You have to go, Maya!" She whines.

I let out a single laugh hearing how desperate she was for me to go, slightly feeling bad about leaving her alone, especially on our very last trip. If it were any other year, she would have blatantly shrugged the idea off, but seeing her this determined to get me to go makes me think that she wasn't going to change her mind any time soon.

But I really didn't think it was a good idea to go on a trip with a bunch of people I didn't even know. Leah usually wouldn't either, but since it was our last year, she was convinced that this trip was vital and that if we didn't go, it would be the end of the world.

Despite claiming that she hated everyone in this school and wasn't afraid to show it, she got along with people pretty easily. Maybe it was her naturally cheering demeanor that allowed people to approach her openly. Me, on the other hand, I preferred to stay quiet and unnoticed. I wouldn't be surprised if someone bumped into me in the hallway, saying that they didn't see me. It's partially one of the reasons why we were best friends. As my polar opposite, she's like the cream to my coffee.

I threw my hands up in defeat, knowing that this debate would never end unless I agreed to her. "Alright, I'll go!"

There are two important things to know about Leah. One, she was crazy, in a good way. Sometimes. And two, she never takes no for an answer.

A self-satisfied smile spread across her face knowing that she has once again won.

Almost ten minutes passed, and I've lost track of what Leah was ranting on about. I knew she was planning about the trip, but other than that, I was completely clueless.

Seeing how ecstatic she was about this trip made me scared to disappoint her. I haven't even asked my parents for permission, yet I already agreed to go with Leah.

The bell rang, and I sent a wave goodbye at her, heading to my last class of the day. It went by quicker than I thought, and before I knew it, the tiring day was finally over.

I made my way onto the bus, feeling happy that there were still empty seats in the front. I hated sitting at the back. It was where all the loud people were.

Upon arriving home, the delightful smell of food rewarded my nose as the sound of chopping filled my ears. I walked into the kitchen, the sight of my mom with a floral apron tied around her waist and peaceful piano music playing in the background.

She looks up and smiles at me, putting her knife down to kiss me on the forehead.

"How was school?" She asked, going back to cutting up the vegetables.

"Same old, same old," I forced a smile. I didn't know how to ask her about the trip, which ultimately made me more nervous.

"You must be tired, go rest. Dinner's ready in an hour."

I walked up to the stairs and threw my bag onto the floor, immediately jumping onto my bed. I unhooked my bra before taking it off, letting the breeze and freeness that my chest felt sink in. I swear, nothing feels as good as taking your bra off at the end of the day.

Time passed by quickly as I spent the remaining hour scrolling through Instagram and watching YouTube videos. My mom's voice hollered from downstairs once dinner was ready.

As everyone got seated at the table, we said our blessings before digging in.

"Thank you for the delicious meal, honey," my dad directed to my mom as she sent him a smile in response.

He then turned to look at me. "Tell me about your day, Maya."

"Well, I almost missed my bus, but thankfully I didn't. Then I went to classes, and now I'm home," I tried to summarize my day as short as I could, leaving out the important details about the trip to Europe.

We all ate in silence, and I can't help but shove all the food down my throat, finishing it significantly earlier than my parents.

"Is everything okay?" My mom asked.

This was it. It was now or never. I couldn't delay it any longer.

"I've been meaning to ask you," I played with the edge of my shirt, "so there's this school trip to Europe."

"Europe?" My dad's eyebrows raised slightly. I could tell he was already concerned.

My mom jumped in, thankfully. "Let her speak."

"It's my final year, and Leah really wants me to go on this trip with her. There's going to be about twenty people going, and a teacher accompanying us."

"Which teacher?"

"Ms. Wilson, our literature teacher."

"What is the trip for?"

"Well, we're studying a book called A Movable Feast by Ernest Hemingway which is set in Paris, and there's a series of sceneries in the book that we'll visit during the trip."

"I mean, since it's your final year, I'm sure a trip to Europe wouldn't hurt," My mom said. My dad was about to open his mouth to ask more questions, but my mom cuts him off, diverting the topic.

"If you're done eating, put your dish in the sink. I'll wash them later."

I nodded and picked up my dish quickly, leaving the table before my dad could say anything. Walking up to my room, a burst of excitement was filling my body as I immediately picked up my phone and called Leah. After a few rings, she picked up.

"Hey girl," she said.

"Guess what?"

"I just asked my parents if I could go," I said.

"And?" Leah exclaimed eagerly.

"And they said yes!" I yelled through the phone.

"Oh my god!" Leah screamed, "it's official, we're going!"