How Broken Bridges Met

RYAN

It's another normal summer day again, and yes, the usual cliche thing happens. Curiosity is still my weakness. It drives me insane.

I don't know how I even survived 7th Grade with my chaotic batch mates; but all I know is that I still can't get over with 'her'.

I may hate her sometimes, tease her too much, embarrass her to my friends, and stuff. I just can't know the reason why I like her technically. It's we're like both people from different worlds.

But the weird thing is, I'm in love with a friend of mine which is bound to never even be mine.

***

I wave my hand as I cross the silent street at midday, where the sun is at its hottest, like a blazing ball of sun, with rays passing through my gentle skin. It was Cal, my best friend, who was greatly not in favor of me liking her. It was too odd though because I dunno, did he even have a past with my girl best friend? I mean, he doesn't act normal when I talk about her actually.

"Hey Cal," I rejoined him by rushing with my bike, then jumping on it. "I was just wondering if we could go to school together."

He let out a snort. "Oh god, Ry, don't be so lovestruck with your girl best friend. I mean there are still other girls out there," he grumbled.

I hate to agree, but he was right. I mean, I got over Kate already, who was my crush for five years. Oh god, how could I be that patient. After all those deep thinking about Kate, (this is a different girl okay), those summers I spent with her, it was hell damn hard to get over it. It was just impossible. But I knew I just entered myself into liking Kate's best friend, Louisse Fours, a complete opposite of who I am.

"Hey bro," Cal shook me. "Man, what the hell were you thinking?"

I shrug my head in affirmation.

"I," pausing delicately, I answered brusquely. "Was just having my proclivity deep analyzation of paraphernalia."

He looked at me weirdly.

"What the hell?"

I smiled as I answered, "Oh. Never mind. Shit, wrong use of word-"

"Oh just get over it bro. Let's go now, we're damn late for Science," he reminded.

We sprinted together as I go to the front door of the school.

It was almost a restless rush, but I bumped into someone and tripped.

Aw, my knee hurts. I raised my head higher, clenching my fist because that was one hella injury.

But suddenly in was gone. It was one crazy feeling because someone pulled me by my hand, with skin that's tender and sleek as silk, and I dusted my outfit.

The pain was all gone. It wasn't because I was treated physically. I was overwhelmed by that voice.

"Oh sorry," she calmed me. "Oops."

I smiled at her. "Don't be sorry, it was my fault, too."

She touched my knee, and I let out a rigid moan driven of pain.

"Ugh, I'm fine..."

It was just that I opened my eyes throughly and little did I know that I've just bumped into Louisse Fours.