In My Eyes

Chapter Four

         Ben

I've always wondered why more guys don't swoon when Bianca walks by. I mean, really. She's so cute. She's more than cute, actually. She's super attractive. And funny. I've never been good with words, but I really feel strongly about this.

I think I have a crush. That might be putting it lightly.

For the past few days, we've been texting each other a lot. From what I figure, I've texted her more in this time span than I've texted some of my friends during our entire relationships.

I've learned a lot about her, and vice versa, which is pretty cool. Apparently she has two younger siblings, one of which is only a year younger than my little brother. She also has a border collie, which is really fluffy. The picture she sent of the dog made me so happy. I love dogs. Never had one, but I wish I did.

We discussed school, some lighthearted things in our pasts, and music taste for a long time. As it turns out, we have a very similar music taste. She even listens to one of my all-time favorite bands. I've never actually met a girl in real life that likes a lot of the same music that I do.

Luckily, we haven't gone too in depth with our pasts. She doesn't need to know what I've been through.

While thinking about our conversations, I get a text, as if reading my thoughts.

"Hey, have you heard of Slipknot?" Bianca suddenly asks me. I think to try to remember if I'd heard that name before.

"Is that a kind of rope knot? The only one I know how to do is a square knot," I reply.

She took a few seconds, but she replied with a nice "Lmao" and then, "No, it's a band. You should look them up, you'd probably really like them. They're a thrash metal band." My face goes a little red, being that I'm a huge dumbass. But then I smile when I realized that she gave me a recommendation because she remembered the stuff that I like. She paid attention to the little details, which I think is pretty endearing.

"Oh ok. I'll make sure to look them up."

I can't believe how cool she is.

***

I hate it when it feels like life is just trying to be a douchebag to ruin your day. Today, for example, I had to have my mom drive me to school because my car's getting its windshield fixed, and now I don't have a ride home until the late bus comes at around five o' clock.

"Hey, are you okay?" Bianca asks, walking up to where I'm sitting by the glass foyer of the school. I peer up at her.

"I'm fine," I reply, a little gruffly. She purses her lips.

"I can tell that something's bothering you," she responds. I look down at the gross tiled floor. They should really clean it.

I sigh and say, "Well, I'm getting my windshield fixed, so I don't have a ride home until the goddamned late bus comes at five." I glare at the ground, still bitter about the whole situation.

"Do you want to carpool with me and my dad?" she asks. I remove the glare from my face and peer up at her, a little surprised.

"Is that okay?" I double check. She nods.

"It's totally cool. Just make sure you tell him your address when we're in the car so he knows where to drop you off," she insists. I smile.

"Thanks. That's really cool." She looks off to the side and smiles a little.

"It's no big deal," she shrugs.

She sits down next to me and pulls out her computer while we wait for her dad to show up (after she texts him to make sure it's okay first, though). As she browses social media and meanders around the internet, I lean my head on her shoulder while I do the same on my phone.

I felt her turn her head when I started resting my head on her shoulder, but I didn't move. She didn't interject and tell me to move, but rather kept going with what she was doing after acknowledging me.

After a bit of waiting, she tells me, "My dad's here." I remove my head from her shoulder and I stand up, grabbing my belongings. After she packs up her computer, I follow her to her dad's car.

I walked out to see a smaller car, maybe a Honda of the sorts, and went inside of it to get to the back seat when Bianca reassured me that it was fine. When I get in the car, I see a man with very similar facial features to Bianca, but with piercing blue eyes and a beard. He's a little intimidating, but maybe that'll change when I talk to him.

"Hi, Ben. It's nice to meet you," he greets me warmly. I reply with a hello of my own and he asks for my address. Once I give it to him and he puts it in his GPS, we start driving.

Since Bianca's in the front seat, she turned back to look at me. "Apparently you live pretty close to us. Your house is only like 5 minutes away from ours," she tells me.

"Oh, cool. I didn't know that," I reply. She nods.

Once Bianca turned back around in her seat, Mr. Jacobs asks, "So, what town did you move from?"

"Oh, I moved from Shelton. I lived there pretty much my whole life," I answer. I didn't, however, mention why I moved. He nods in response.

"My brother and his wife live in Monroe, so they live around there too," he tells me, trying to make a conversation. We keep a conversation going for a few minutes, but then all of us drive relatively quietly.

"Thank you so much for driving me. It made my life a lot easier," I thank them.

"No problem," Mr. Jacobs replies.

"See you tomorrow, Ben," Bianca says as I wave in response.

She's also considerate. Hm.

A/N

Shelton and Monroe are towns in Connecticut, if anyone was wondering ;)