Sun On Sunday

Chapter Three

The bell rang, sounding the end of ninth period. Everyone in my AP English class ran out of the classroom and rushed to their buses. I hung back just for a second to pull my headphones out of my backpack. I put them in and blasted the classic rock music I always listened to. The first song that came on was The Beatles classic, Yellow Submarine. 

I walked out of the classroom and straight into the crowded hallway. I couldn't avoid being caught in the tuna net, but I could at least block out the noise.

Slowly, I made my way to the exit of the school. I walked to my bus just as the song ended and changed to Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen. I stepped onto the bus and took my usual seat at the left side, first seat. As usual, I was the first one on the bus. As soon as more people came onto the bus, the song switched again. The sounds of Enter Sandman by Metallica filled my ears. I stared out the window just as the bus pulled away. The scene was a blur of trees, cars, and people.

Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and I felt my eyes It was that jerk that shoved me in the hallway. He kept motioning for me to take out my headphones. I ignored him and turned back around. He kept tapping my shoulder but I would not turn back around to face him. He has caused enough problems. Did he have to do even more damage? 

He stopped once The Beatles' Let It Be filled my ears. I felt the air of frustration leave me in one gigantic exhale. After that, I felt something heavier on my back. He spun me around and then I was looking into the clear blue of his eyes. He gingerly reached one hand out and carefully pulled out my headphones. You could practically hear The Beatles from where we were it was so loud. 

"Listen to me," he said. "I want to say sorry for how I treated you in the hallway. I had to get to Biology and if I was late one more time, I would have gotten a cut slip and detention. I am sorry."

"Yeah, I get it. Your need for perfect attendence makes you superior and need to plow down the whole hallway so you can keep your record of perfection. i completely understand," I said rolling my eyes. I went to go turn back around again but he put his hands on my shoulders, preventing me.

"Listen, I'm sorry. I would never be able to live down everything that would come to me from getting detention. I'm truly sorry again."

I just rolled my eyes. "I completely understand. Your record is more important than possibly killing somebody."

"What are you talking about?" he asked. "I didn't kill you."

"Well I feel like I'm about to have another seizure." He looked at me very confused. "I suffer from epilepsy.'

It was true. I haven't felt this way in years. All of a sudden, I was having a hard time breathing and there were dark spots in my line of vision. I went to grab my water bottle from my backpack to try and calm myself down. It was empty. I took deep breaths in through my nose and sent them back out through my mouth. I kept repeating the cycle.

When I turned back around to face him, his face was covered with a look of concern and care. "Are you all right?" he asked. "You are starting to look a little pale."

"Yeah," I said turning my head so I didn't have to face him. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure you are okay? You look a little pale." He rested his hand on my shoulder as if consoling me.

I turned back around and must have given him a look that seemed to say back off because he took his hand off of my shoulder and moved towards the edge of the seat, almost causing him to fall off and into the aisle. "I already told you, I am fine." I could hear my voice quivering and shaking as he moved back towards me. He moved a little too close, pushing me up against the window.

"I believe these are yours," he said handing me my headphones back. "Sorry for taking them out. I just needed to talk to you."

"Yeah, I get it." I took them back and only put one of them back and left the other one dangling. My left ear was filled with the sounds of September Sun by Type O Negative. 

I went back to staring out the window when the guy started talking to me again. I do not even know his name yet. "What do you like to listen to? I am just trying to keep a conversation going here?" he said, giving me a small smile.

"Usually classic rock. I prefer soft rock like The Beatles and Queen. Sometimes I'll listen to the more intense stuff like Metallica and Type O Negative. Occasionally I will listen to the more modern stuff but I prefer the classics."

"Cool. You have a really good sense of music. I prefer the modern rock but I often listen to the classics just as much as modern rock."

"Okay. Now, I have a question that has been bothering me ever since you sat down and started talking to me."

"And what would that be?" he asked, causing him to smile again.

"What is your name? You started talking to me and then I never got the chance to ask you. So, what is your name?"

He gave me another smile and then said, "Well I do not usually give this classified information to just anyone, but for some people this information is allowed to be given out to. My name is Vaughan Crawford. Would you share your confidential information with me?"

I laughed and said, "Yes, I think that might be possible. My name is Sunday Davis."

"Well Sunday Davis," he said holding out his right hand,"It is nice to meet you."

I took his hand and shook it. "Nice meeting you too, Vaughn Crawford."

The bus came to a halt and the bus driver shouted out over all of the shouting and yelling in the back of the bus. "This is stop number one! Get off now because I am not coming back around if you miss it!"

"Is this your stop?" I asked.

"No. Mine is the last stop. Which one is yours?" he asked.

"The next one."

"Oh," Vaughn said. The way he said it, he made it seem like he was dissapointed. Should we switch spots then?

"Yeah. I think that would be the best idea." I stood up and he slid over towards the window. My clumsiness got the better of me, because I tripped over his feet and fell backwards, sending me on to his lap.

"Oh my goodness! I am so sorry! I should stop being so clumsy!" I could feel my face just turn as red as a tomato.

"Don't be so worried. It is okay. I was the one who tripped you in the first place. I should be the one apologizing."

"Don't I am the one that fell into your lap. I am the one who should and am apologizing." Then I realized that I was still in his lap. I jumped off and fell back into the seat next to him, landing on my backpack. I cringed. "This is not working out to well for me."

He laughed and said, "It is okay. I am just causing you too much of a rough day today."

"Yeah, I guess. But I guess I can look past that." I gave him a little smile.

The bus pulled to a halt. "This is the second stop! Get off now if this is yours!"

I stood up and heard Vaughn calling out to me. "Goodbye Sunday Davis."

I got off before I could say goodbye. I started to cross the street. That's where everything went wrong. My legs felt very wobbly and I couldn't walk straight. I could not breathe. I started crossing my lawn and left footprints in the snow where my steps were. They left behind a curved path.

That's when I fell. The spots were back in my vision. The only thing I could remember before I blacked out was Vaughn screaming out my name as he ran off the bus and onto my front yard.