The bus stopped in front of his school and he began to get off before I could ask him what he'd meant. He walked off without elaborating. As I watched him walk into his school, he turned and winked at me.
And my heart was racing.
The rest of the bus ride was basically a blur.
The minute I got off the bus, I ran to tell Dina about my sad life.
She told me that maybe he was dropping hints. In my mind, I legitimately prayed that she was correct. That night, I logged onto my Facebook and opened up messenger, and before I knew it, I sent him a really risky message. As I reread what I had written, I prayed that there was a way to delete these messages.
Jolene: What did you mean on the bus?
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The Consequences of Chance Meetings
Short StoryThey 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...
