The Life She Led

Fate Might Like Me

Thursday

I couldn't help but smile when I saw him coming down the hallway with one of his friends. Switching my gaze to my locker, I shoved three notebooks in. 

Would he notice me? I was positive it was him... 

Then I shut my locker and turned to leave for second period and-

-At the same time, walked right into him!

"Shoot, I'm sorry!" Greyson said, turning to see if I was okay. I don't see why. Our shoulders bumped a little harder than normal. I tell him, "It's cool." nonchalantly, waiting for his reaction. And man, was it worth the wait. 

His electric blue eyes light up as he remembers me. "Hey Marinette!" Then he turns to his buddy and says something along the lines of "later...hang...homework...video games...bye man." Then his friend walked away, wiggling his eyebrows at me. I didn't know whether to grin or not. So I did. 

"Hey Greyson." I smile again. "I didn't know we went to the same school." Greyson tells me. I shrug and fall into step with him on his right hand side. "I guess we're lucky." I reply. "Yeah, fate might like me after what it did to my motorcycle." We laugh as he shifts his string bag to his other shoulder as we push through crowds of people. 

"So what class next?" I continue. Like really, this is a serious coincidence. This is like one of those situations that only happen in movies or books or something like that. I still can't get over it. "I've got McDowell." He replies before adding, "You?" 

"I have Dixon."

"I have him for seventh." 

"I'm glad I have him early in the day. I like the book we're reading in his class." 

"Really? I heard the movie was better."

"Oh really? I didn't know it was a movie." 

"It's just what I've heard. You should see it with me tomorrow night." He casts an expressionless glance at me, searching my face for a reaction. My stomach flips. Dang, that was seriously slick. I also just got asked out. Hopefully my face isn't as red as it feels. 

"Um, just as an experiment for school? Not a date because we only met, like, four or five days ago." I question. "Of course." Greyson responds. "We can even take the bus again. My treat." He adds. 

"Oh, real classy." I smirk. He grins. "Your motorcycle still in for repair, right?" 

He nods, maneuvering around some nervous freshman boys. "What did you do to it?" I ask suddenly. "Huh?" He replies. I guess he didn't hear me. "Your motorcycle. What happened to it?" I repeated."Oh, my friend crashed it into a bouncy-house." Greyson looked at me, a shy smirk spreading across his face. "Don't ask why."

And I didn't. But I also didn't stop smiling whenever I thought about why that happened until I got home. Randomly at dinner, I burst out laughing.