Chapter Four- Jordan

Okay, so maybe I was overreacting a little bit. I didn't have some amazing epiphany. I didn't get claimed by any Greek god (although that would be pretty awesome), but I did finally think about how I might tell Rachel I like her. 

But, that would have to wait. My bus was here, and I didn't want to miss it. I quickly shoved my book back into my bag and pulled it on, then slung my computer bag over my right shoulder. After that, I sprinted toward the bus, and of course, like a retard, I fell. 

I thrusted my hands out to break the fall, but I landed flat on my face. I skinned up the entire left side of my face, and cut a thin line about three inches long just above my cheekbone. That is why i will never- and I mean never- try out for sports. If I did anything athletic at all, I would end up falling flat on my face. 

After that embarrassing moment, I pulled the hood on my jacket as far down as it could go, and I got up and got on the bus. I walked all the way to the back and plopped down on my seat. I counted down the stops it would take for Rachel to get on. Maybe I could have a conversation about something interesting for once. Probably not though. Rachel sat two seat in front of me with her friend Mackenzie. 

Four more stops, I thought to myself. Hey, maybe the plan I had thought up might work. 

Three more, I thought. Yeah. Today's going to be the day. 

Two more stops, I thought again. Maybe... maybe she likes me too.

One more, I started second-guessing myself. What if she laughs in my face?

She's on. I looked down the aisle and saw her get on, my heart doing a tap-dance in my chest. Nope. I'm not gonna do it.


I watched as she walked to her seat. Another chance wast- Huh?  

Something was wrong. Rachel didn't stop and sit in her seat. She kept walking and... 

"Hey Jordan. Mind if I sit here today?" She said in that smooth voice.

My brain went into overdrive, and I probably said something genius like, "Guhh..."

"Uh... Jordan?" She looked at me curiously.

My brain finally fixed itself. "N- no. I don't mind at all."

She smiled that warm smile and sat down next to me. Oh God, she looked great. She was wearing dark blue skinny jeans, a gray t-sirt with the words, 'I love Saturdays' on it, a blue Abercrombie & Fitch hoodie, and a pair of new classic black Converse high-tops. Her hair was perfectly set on her shoulders, and she was wearing a necklace with a heart pendant on the end. You know what they say, there's definitely beauty in simplicity.. I thought about myself, with my old low-top Converse, my worn out jeans with the ripped knee, my nerdy Sword Art Online t-shirt, and my black hoodie. I had no doubt that my hair was a mess and that I probably looked boring with my plain silver-band ring on my right hand. 

Well, might as well make this interesting. I thought to myself as i turned to her.

"How was your weekend?" I asked with a smile.

 

The End

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