Ebony

Chapter-7

No matter how hard i tried, that braid would not come out . As soon as I unraveled it, it braided itself right back.

I mean, yeah it was a good braid, but did i really have to have it in forever?

"Ebony!"

I was brought out of my thoughts as I heard Blake's voice call from downstairs.

I grabbed my bag and went to the kitchen.

"You all ready for school?"

I nodded my head and followed him to the car.

I leaned back in my seat and groaned.

"I hate mondays." I grumbled.

I heard a deep chuckle from the man next to me.

"You never have Eb. You hated it even when you were only two."

"And I have plenty of reasons behind my dislike for it."

I looked out the window and groaned yet again.

"Its too sunny out."
   Blake began to chuckle again.

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I somehow made through most of the day. Of course, not without Blake coming in moments before disaster, just like he did only a few days ago.

Now it was my last class. Latin aka The class he teaches.

We all sat down in our seats and was preparing for class.

"Ok class, I have some big news! Next week, we will be taking your senior class trip."

I put my head down while others where screaming and shouting things of excitement.

"A warning might be nice next time there Blakey."

"I'm sorry, I only just found out and didn't have time tell you."

"Where are we going?" Layla spoke. She had a flirty look on her face.
This made me internally gag.

I mean, why did he have to be the teacher she had a crush on.

"Well guys, I hope you have your passports, because we are going to France!"

   The crowd erupted in loud cheers.
"Um, will you be chaperoning Mr. Evans?" Asked Layla.

     "Yes, Layla I will."
She gave him a flirty smile and a wink.
"Good."
"Uh....ok?"

       "I'll pray for ya Blakey."
"Not funny."
I chuckled as he went on with the lesson.

  
    
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"Do I have to go?"

We had just walked into the kitchen after school.

    "Yes Ebony, plus your fluent in French. Oh and also, if I have to be in a different country than Layla, you have to be in a different country with me and Layla."

   I groaned before I turned to him.
"How did you know I was fluent in Fren- you know what, I don't want to know."

     We placed our bags at the table.
"Hey Bri, watcha up to?"

    He gave me a smile.
"Hey Eb, How was school?"

  "Welp, found out that I have to be in France." I gave Blake a look.

    "Oh yeah I heard about that. Luckily, I'll be there with you guys!"

   "Maybe you'll save us from Layla." Said Blake.
  "Come on guys she can't be that bad."

We both looked at him, and then each other.

    "Ha. Nice joke."

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    "Please don't be near her, please don't be near her." I was chanting this and crossing my fingers. We had just got our tickets and most of the senior class already boarded the plane.

    "Chill Eb, we got it set up to where your between me and Blake."

  I breathed a sigh of relief.
I looked up at the ceiling and pointed at it.

  "Merci dieu."
"The only problem is that she is in the row of seats next to us."

   I looked at the ceiling again.
"Hey, I thought we were friends!" I fussed.

   They both chuckled before almost dragging me into the plane.

  Once we got to our seats, Briar got the window seat, then me in the middle, and last, Blake in the outer one.

    In the row next to us, the person right beside Blake was none other than Layla.

     She was walking over to our row.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it." Blake muttered until she got to us.

   "Oh hi Mr. Evans. Ebony, it's... nice to see you."
   She had a look of jealousy on her face.

I nervously laughed.
"You too." I said with an awkward smile.

She turned her attention back to Blake. 
    "You know Mr. E. You and Simon could change seats. I'm sure you would like being in my row better."
   She said with a sickly sweet smile on her face.

"Uh... I would but, I have a lot of catching up to do with my brother here."

    "Nice save."
"Thanks."

     "Oh wait, that's THE Layla?"
"Yes Bri, And she's been having the hots for Blake."
   "You call it hots, but this chick is obsessed with me."

"Oh." She said with a closed mouth smile.
"Well maybe next then, Mr. Evans." She said before giving me a glare. If only she knew we were just talking about her.

   I rolled my eyes when she turned around.

          A few minutes later, the plane was in the air.

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Eleven hours later, we were in Paris, France.

   We were split into groups to get to the hotel.

The hotel was beautiful. I could stay here and I wouldn't mind.

         Somehow, Me, Blake and Briar were able to get a suite.

    "How did you guys do this?"
"All I had to do was say that we are family."

     I turned to them.
"I think someone is about to be here."
       A moment after I finished my sentence, there was a knock at the door.

    "Who is it?" Yelled Blake. 

"It's Layla!"
     I froze before Briar ushered me behind the couch before sitting on it himself.

  Blake opened the door.
"What can I help you with Ms. Kingston?"
"Oh nothing I just wanted some company." I could here Blake stop her from coming in.

   "Actually I was just going to bed."
Briar could even tell that she would persist.

   He grabbed his phone from his pocket and walked over to Blake.

   "Hey Bro, your boss wants to discuss something with you over the phone. Oh hey Kayla!" He said with a smile and wave.

    "Um, it's Layla."
"Oh right. My bad." He said as he slammed the door.

   I, of course busted out laughing.
              This is going to be a trip.
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