Rey’s POV
Sophia, Jake, and I sit in the back of the bus together, of course. The three of us have always been that group that sits in the back of the bus and annoys everyone. Louis and Liam are sitting in front of us on the right, while Zayn sits in front of us on the left, alone.
“It’s like he forgot all about us.” Louis mumbles, motioning over to Niall, who’s sitting together with Zoe a few rows in front of us.
The bus ride to the airport isn’t that long, but it’s still enough for me to roll my eyes at least a hundred times at Zoe’s obnoxious laugh.
“I’ve known about her way before Niall.” Louis continues, turning on his seat to face us. “She’s Zoe Pinault. Her dad is Francois Pinault’s brother.”
“Dear Lord, he’s rich as fuck.” Jake breathes.
I roll my eyes for the sixtieth time.
