I looked up, as I had felt a pair of eyes on me. A rather pretty girl with shining brown hair sat in a cute school uniform with a back pack and a slip of paper in her hands. It looked faintly like she had been crying. I let my grin slide off my face. She looked very sad.
"Hey there." I said. She looked away.
"Cat got your tongue?" I grinned at her again. "Come on, Mon Amie, what troubles your pretty face?"
She glared at me. "Shut up, imbecile."
I leaned back, stung. I knew I didn't come from great heritage but, jeez! But how could she know that? She was just making assumptions.
"Aww, what's the matter?" I leaned forward, propping my chin on my fist. "Boy troubles?" She didn't look at me. Nope. Not boy troubles.
"School? Drugs?" She started to turn red, but I still hadn't hit the nerve.
She jerked, stared at the window and turned deathly pale. She suddenly rocketed out of her seat and threw up in a trash can.
Serious family issues here. I feel kinda bad for her.
She came back, looking on the verge of tears when she snatched up her back pack and sweater. "Wait," I said, holding up a hand. I offered her a bottle of water. She faltered, then slowly took it.
"Sit down, okay? I didn't mean it... Not really." She looked mad and scared still, but sat down across from me. I threw my newspaper in the seat next to me and watched her chug down half of the water in seconds flat.
She wiped her mouth and let out a shaky breath.
"Hey, I'm Marc." I held out my hand and grinned. She glared but firmly shook mine, obviously showing me she wasn't weak.
"Jessie." And that's all you need to know. I could practically hear the rest of the unfinished sentence in her mind. Her expression told the rest.
After that we didn't talk until we were called to board. I was interested in this girl, not romantically of course, but I felt like I could relate to her, from what I'd assumed. I casually switched tickets with the person who was supposed to sit next to her after snatching a glance at her ticket.
Jessie didn't look too thrilled that I was sitting next to her. "What are you doing here?" She grumbled, moving as far as physically possible from me as I sat down with a grin.
"Do you believe in fate?" Yes, I knew I was being cheesy.
"Not in the least."
And I believed her.