It was the Monday of the last week of school, and I sat where I sat, and kept an eye out for Jacob.
I tried my best to look nonchalant of his presence as I saw his the top groomed black hair step onto the bus, looking out the bus window.
"Hello Jolene." He greeted as he took a seat beside me. Whatever cologne he was wearing smelt absolutely delicious, I noticed. I took an earphone out of my ear, feigning that I was surprised to see him.
"Hey Jacob." I greeted. We'd reached a new level where I could apparently speak to him without nearly fainting.
"Are you looking forward to ending school?" He asked casually as the bus ride begun.
"Actually yes." I admitted. I'd waited far too long for this.
"How about school formal? Excited for that?" He asked. I gave him a slight nod.
"Have you got a date?" My heart sunk at those words, as in all honesty it was the day I was dreading. I had no dress or no date. I almost didn't want to show up.
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The Consequences of Chance Meetings
Короткий рассказThey first met at a bus stop, completely by accident. The few stolen glances slowly snowballed into brief conversations which slowly bloomed into something more. They never were supposed to fall for one another, but that boy somehow melted her ice w...
