"Silence could actually be the words that no one is brave enough to to say."
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Chapter 3
July 19, 2015
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It had been 2 weeks since Ella had first seen 'crosswalk guy', and since then, they hadn't spoken.
Not one word.
But she couldn't help but stare at him when she would see him. And he always would look back at her.
Although, whenever he would look back at her, she'd look away. And he did the exact same thing.
She had decided to walk up to the school today, being that the weather was fairly decent.
It was about 55 degrees, which was strange for a day in February. But you weren't about to find Ella complaining.
She was a bit of a warm weather person.
She sat at the picnic table outside of the school, waiting for Rebecca.
Becca had been doing really well in school. Bringing her grades up quite a bit, along with making many new friends.
But she was still letting her insecurities get to her when it came to eating at the school.
She settled it quite easily, by simply not eating her lunch.
Ella was still working on a way to be able to go to the school, and eat with her.
She was pretty sure that her teachers would let her work through the high school lunch hour, then take her lunch hour a bit later, and eat with her sister.
She would need to talk to the principal.
It took about 20 minutes before the first student walked out.
And along with that first child, crosswalk guy.
The extra beat in her heart, and the butterflies in her stomach made it hard to contain, and compose herself.
But she'd never let him know that.
The two, guy and child, conversed as they walked until he caught sight of her.
He immediately felt butterflies in the pit of his stomach, making him want to smile.
But he fell silent as he walked past her, and to the road.
She watched him as he pulled his orange vest over his head, and waited for more kids to take across the road.
She continued to stare at him. Watching as he interacted with each child, even the older ones.
Until he suddenly turned around, and looked at her.
She hadn't looked away fast enough, and knew that he had seen her.
But she didn't seem to mind.
So there they were, him leaning against the chain link fence, staring at the girl with the ponytail. And her, resting her head in her palms, staring at the guy in the orange vest.
She saw the ghost of a smile on his lips, and she felt like she might explode.
He was smiling at her.
A smile can mean a myriad of things. But she hoped that his smile meant that he was happy to see her.
Because she was happy to see him, and that he noticed her.
But she also knew that someone like him had to at least have a girlfriend.
So her chances with him were slim. She wasn't his type, so she thought.
