She is even prettier up close. If I hadn't come today, Luke would've been on her in an instant. Damn that Luke Harrow. He sees one girl and instantly knows exactly what to say and how to act around her. I am a blubbering mess whenever I talk to any girl, even my sisters, but that's usually because I've been punched in the stomach. I wonder what this girl's name is.
I run to help her when I hear a thump and realise she is struggling with the steps. They weren't very good at designing this bus, with their too high windows and huge steps to climb up. I have no idea what to do now. My heart is racing and I refuse to look into her eyes. Now what? I have never in my life helped someone up the stairs, it's always me being helped by someone else. I reach with my other hand and suddenly she's grasping my hands, saying thank you over and over, and with one final tug I pull her up and over the stairs.
