The rest of the ride went quietly. I didn't say anything, and neither did he. Our arms occasionally brushed but neither of us withdrew from the touch. Besides, I didn't really mind...I think.
Before I knew it, the bus skidded to a stop and Leo got up.
Well that was quick. We might as well have walked.
"If he lives so close to the school, we could have just taken a walk here you know," I said. Leo smiled and waited for me to hop down the bus before we continued in a rather normal pace down the street.
"I guessed you would have hated to considering how much you hate me."
I looked down, feeling slightly ashamed. "I don't hate you."
"You sure act like you do," Leo muttered, slipping his hands into his pockets. "With the dramatic goodbye from Nick and all that, and of course, your little outburst in History class."
Whether I liked to admit it or not, I did feel rather guilty. Looking up at Leo, I whispered apologetically, "I'm sorry."
He mustn't have heard me because he didn't say anything, continuing to walk on. So, I ended up tugging lightly on his hand. Looking down, those now unsettled blue waters met mine curiously.
"I said I'm sorry."
No emotion dared to reveal itself in Leo's eyes but he held my gaze for a good minute or two before shrugging and looking away. "It's fine." Coughing, he took a sideways turn and said, "We're here."
My eyes scanned Damien's house in interest. It looked identical to mine, if not the exact same. Did he live in the same neighborhood as me? Oh dear, I hope not.
Leo let go of my hand which I hadn't noticed I'd still been holding onto before making his way up the stairs and knocking on the front door.
"Damien! It's us!"
Within the next fraction of a second, the door opened wide and in front of us stood a perfectly healthy Damien with a wide grin on his face. "Well hello there."