𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝟑𝟐𝐧𝐝 || 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Chapter 2 || First Class

Your POV

"Do you have everything?" Sam asked.

"You have been asking that question every 5 minutes," I chortled.

"I know- you can never be too sure," He said, I rolled my eyes playfully at him.

We wrote back to Liam that we are going. Here I am waiting in the airport seating area with Sam. He's a little too worried.. I had to tell him everything will go just fine every few minutes.

We both heard our plane number being called, "That's our cue, C'mon!" He said, dragging me by the wrist.

We sat in the first class, yes first class. Liam insisted we go by first class.

~Flashback 2 hours ago~

"Finally C'mon!" Sam said.

We went inside the airport, we had to check in. I stayed in line for the economy class. "What are you doing-?" He asked.

"Wha-" 

"We're going first class darling."

"WHAT?" I said raising my voice a little. Liam promised me he wouldn't go overboard with this, but guess what? He did.

I quickly took out my phone, dialing Liam. He answered after around 3 beeping sound.

"LIAM!" I whisper shouted.

"WhAt?" He mocked.

"I told you- 'don't go overboard' what part of overboard do you not understand?" I said.

"Oh chill out.. it's your first time going on an airplane, might aswell make it special."

I let out a big sigh, "I can't with you-" "Okay- enjoy your flight byee!" He spoke, cutting me mid-sentence and closed the call.

Look i'm extremely happy that his career is taking off, and he's making good money but I can't help but get really annoyed when he spoil me too much. He already helped me a lot on me and my parents rent.. that alone is too much for me.

He's a good friend, but I hate when people I love spent too much money on me when they could spend or save it for something else.

Sam gave me a smirk looking at my clearly pissed face. He took my hand and dragged me on the first class line.

~End of Flashback~

"Would you like some champagne?" The flight attendant asked.

"chap- what?" 

"A glass of champagne?" She asked a little confused.

"Please." Sam spoke on my behalf.

I gave him a look of confusion as I had never heard of whatever it was before in my life. The flight attendant poured a liquid into a glass, gave it to me, and walked away.

"What is this-" I said, pointing on the bubbling yellow liquid.

"It's champagne," He spoke.

I sent him a glare, "Elaborate."

"City's water."

I was a bit sceptical, but took a sip anyway and I immediately knew he was lying. My facial expression turn into a very disgust face. I enjoy whatever it was, but it sure wasn't water.

Sam was laughing his ass off at my expressions. "You better explain to me what this is before I made sure you will never see the sun ever again," I warned.

He gulped, "Fine- it's a white sparkling wine associated with celebration and regarded as a symbol of luxury, typically that made in the Champagne region of France."