A Table for Two?

The Bus Ride

Chapter 3:

My mom always told me that when a girl sits next to you when there is many other open seats, she is interested in me. I never thought that this would happen to me, out of all the other guys on the bus. This was the first time a girl has ever sat next to me on the bus.

As she sat next to me, I tried to at least get some words out of my shut mouth, but I couldn't find them. It's like they were lost inside my brain. She smiled at me, her teeth as bright as the moon, and her smile got me to smile a little.

"So your friend Juan told me that you were very smart," she said, and I could tell she just didn't want things to be weird.

"Well I mean I wouldn't consider it but yeah I am."

"Well that's cool," she said, and I didn't realize again that she was sitting next to me. It was like a miracle that happened overnight.

"Thanks, I try to get good grades."

She was going to say something else, until Michael, the bully on the bus, stood up and started walking towards us.

"What's a pretty girl like you sitting next to a Mexican burrito like him," he said with a smirk.

It got all the kids in the bus looking at us, and some of them laughing at that remark. He always called me that, no matter how many times I said i was Puerto Rican and not Mexican.

"Trying to get away from idiots like you," she said with an even bigger smirk than he had.

Everyone on the bus was like "Ohhhh,"or "Oooooo," but Michael didn't care. He almost started to curse at her, but the bus driver yelled at him to sit down. He gave me a dirty look and then went back to his seat, like a hunchbacked dwarf. He is very short and fat.

"Thanks for defending me," I said to her.

"No problem, just for a native friend," she said with her gorgeous smile of hers, and I went full blush mode from there.

The bus suddenly stopped, and we were finally at our school. Our school was built twenty years ago, so it is very old looking and made out of bricks.

"Can you help me around?" She asked.

"Sure," I blurted out as quickly as possible.

We hopped out of the bus, and then almost jogged to the entrance, since our bus was late, and home room rang in seven minutes. After that, school felt like an eternity that day.