Flew Right By Love

You Found Me

I ran and I didn't look back. My feet pounded down the sidewalk and for once in my life I didn't care if I looked weird running or if I was already out of breath after some twenty feet or so.

I just needed to get out of there.

His attitude toward me.

It wasn't mean.

His eyes.

He seemed so nice.

I pushed him out of my mind, ignoring the calls being thrown my way as I ran off.

He's not running after me.

A look behind me confirmed it. There he was, standing to face me and I thought I saw some sort of sadness in his face but I thought I was absurd, considering the fact that I was too far away to clearly make out his expression.

The person that had ran across the street slowed to a jog as they neared Keon. A tap on Keon's shoulder sent him spinning around and the last thing I saw was Keon getting clapped on the back, the stranger doing a strange side hug.

He doesn't care about you, the voice nagged. He'll have forgotten you by tomorrow.

And deep down, very deep down, I hoped it wasn't true.

*****

I arrived at the bus stop some ten minutes later, hair blowing around in the oncoming wind, the cold breeze nipping my nose and turning my cheeks into red roses.

My heart had long since stopped beating so erratically but still, as I waited with unsure feet for the bus, I could still feel the feeling that shot through me every time Keon had looked at me. More like barreled through me.

As I teetered along the sidewalk, the sound of footsteps abruptly startled me out of my thoughts.

"Excuse me?" The tap on my shoulder sent me jumping in the air, and I wondered how I couldn't see the person from my side vision.

I turned around, unable to hold back the wary look I gave the guy, whose eyes widened as he took me in.

"Uh, sorry, but which ways Devonian Ave? I just moved here a week ago..."

He kind of trailed off, nervously biting down on the lip ring slightly hidden by the corner of his mouth. My mouth opened slightly, before it drifted shut again. I could feel my own heart start up again, the dryness in my throat becoming more pronounced as the pregnant silence ensued between us.

His eyes darted to look at me before he stuffed both of his hands in his jacket pockets, another strong gust of bitter wind blowing by.

"Uh.. Devonian Avenue?" He asked again, raising an eyebrow before uncomfortably glancing behind him, his embarrassment clear through his body language. "Look, I just need some groceries, my mom's going to kill me if I don't get back soon."

Again, the dryness seemed to creep up my throat and as unopened my mouth again, a small squeak just slipped past. And then- "D-down the s-street. T-turn left."

Oh my god.

Oh. My. Gosh.

I just spoke.

His face visibly brightened, a hand pointing down the way I'd just come. A small smile tugged at his mouth. Relief couldn't even describe how he looked right now. "Over there?"

I nodded, my face void of emotion.

"Thanks!" He smiled clearly now, teeth and all.

Just then the bus pulled up, the doors sliding open to reveal the bus guy, who seemed to be checking himself in the rearview mirror.