The Arrow

Chapter 3

I walk to the busstop. After Tom kissed me yesterday, I didn't know what to do. I decided this morning to just catch the bus and see if Tom would show up or not. My Chemical Romance's Na Na Na blares out of my earphones. I walk down the street to the left. Instead of an empty busstop, because it's way too early, I see a long figure stand there. The lights of the perfume add behind him make him look like some sort of god. His long black hair is messy, yet it looks like put it that way on purpose. Black shirt like usual and a pair of black jeans. His bag hangs loosly around his shoulder as I walk up to him.

"You made it. I thought it would be to hard for you to get out of bed," I taunt him. I don't really know what else to do. I mean, he kissed me once. That doesn't mean a lot, does it?

"Seems like I got earlier out of bed than you. I got here first." He smiles like nothing ever happened.

I loosen up a bit. I take a look at my phone to see what time it is.

"Bus should be here any minute."

As soon as I say it I hear it. I step out of the busstop and hold up my hand for the driver to stop. He stops right in front of us. We step in and Tom and I nod as a way of greeting at bus driver. I scan my card and walk a little further, waiting for Tom to do the same. He holds his card in front of the scanner and it beeps, indicating that it's okay and he can get through. We take our seats the same way we did to get home yesterday. I sit at the window, he sits next to me. Only this time, he doesn't do any effort to get away from me so I can have some space. Instead he even looks for my hand with his fingers. I feel his hand rest in mine.

There's nobody else on the bus at this hour. The driver coughs and pulls over to the next stop. Two guys hop on. Of course they're the annoying type of teenagers that keep their card at the bottom of their bag and take forever to take it out. A few moments later I finally hear two beeps. They walk past us, all the way to the back, like usual.

"Jessy, what I did yesterday..." Tom speaks quietly but I still notice that he can't get quite out of his words.

"It's okay," I mumble. I give his hand a little squeeze.

He squeezes back and we both sit in silence for a while. The only sound comes from the bus driver coughing every now and then, the sound of the bus braking and accelerating and those morons in the back yelling at eachother even though they sit right next to eachother. And people wonder why kids get hearing damage so early. If I had to geuss, I'd say they were 15 or 16, not older than that.

"What I tried to say earlier is that I really like you," he mumbles even quieter than earlier. I have to listen really closely to understand him.

"I really like you too. I'm pretty sure we've established already," I say carefully but with a smile. I kiss him on the cheek.

He turns to me. His free hand strokes my cheek. "I'm gonna do that stupid thing from yesterday again," he whispers against my lips. He presses his lips against mine. Immediately we hear some "oooh" and "get her dude" from the back. I pull back and turn around.

"Could you please shut up while I enjoy kissing my boyfriend? It's an-noy-ing!" I spell 'annoying' out for them. They start laughing but are talking silenter and don't pay attention to us anymore. I turn back to Tom. He's blushing. I think what I could've done to make him blush. Dear god! I called him my boyfriend!

"I... Euhm...," I stutter. He recovers faster than I do.

"It's fine. I like the ring of that. Being your boyfriend, I mean," he laughs. Then all of the sudden he gets serious again but with a sparkle of his smile left in his eyes. "As long as you'll be my girlfriend."