The Bus Boy

Chapter 1- Jessica

"Geez, it's snowing pretty heavy," sighed Camille looking out of one of the schools few windows.

"Yeah, maybe we'll get an early dismissal," I wonder aloud. I lean against the window, arms crossed holding my books. I look out along the tree line and watch the fat flakes fall gracefully down. There had to be some sort of metaphor comparing snow flakes to a persons soul.

The warning bell rang and relieved me of my deep analytical questions on how clouds form each snowflake differently.

"Jess, you ready for history? The test is supposedly easy but I didn't study, how bout you?" Camille questioned starting to walk back towards class.

"Yeah, a little," I confess as I turn my back to the window and jogged to catch up with Camille.

After class I walk to my locker and grab my bag, as my phone beeps.

I pull my phone out of my bag and check it. Ugh, it's mom.

It reads: Hey, the roads are really bad. They're advising us not to drive. Only buses are on the roads, you need to take the bus today. Love, mom.

I haven't taken the bus since the 7th grade after seeing some guy makeout with his girlfriend in the back of the bus.

I put my phone back in my bag and close my locker. I look around and the halls are empty. I sprint to the buses throwing my giant hoodie over my head in the process.

I step on the bus just as the bus driver closes the door. I look up at the bus driver with confusion. "Take a seat," he grumbles pointing to the back of the bus with his thumb not looking back.

The bus by now has become silent. Everyone is staring at me. All who are sitting alone move toward the aisle. Then again I don't blame them who wants to sit with a drenched girl you don't know.

I look up to the back of the bus to see a semi-familiar face waving for me to come sit. I walk to the back to the welcoming seat, tripping over a bookbag. Catching myself I stand my face getting red. I sit with the semi-familiar face I can't seem to place.

"Thanks," I whisper shyly. I keep my head down staring at my bag on my lap. I glance up when he speaks suddenly.

"You're welcome," he says deeply through a smile that I swear had a twinkle in it. I finally get a good look at him.

He's gorgeous.