Not Sorry I Left

Chapter 20

1st Day of the trip.

Jay and Max were in the front seats, and Sharon was sitting next to me in a spacious backseat. The tension in between Jay and max was so strong it was almost tangible. Jay hadn't explicitly told me of his feelings towards Max, but it seemed very obvious to me. I had always been hypersensitive of other people's well, crushes, for lack of a better word. The windows were rolled down and I couldn't hear anything so I just shoved my earphones in and spaced out, looking out at the greenery rushing past my window.

The place we would be staying was still about 150kms away. Jay and Max were laughing and smiling and blushing at each other in the front, and I wished they would just confess their feelings to each other so I wouldn't be stuck in this thick tension filled air.

I look over at Cyrus. He was new this year, and is friends with Max, but I didn't know how close they were. He had his eyes closed, immersed in the music he was listening to. I could tell, he had earphones in and was bobbing his head slightly and I took a moment to study him.

He had dark auburn hair, the kind where you can only see the red in the sun, blue eyes, not the ice blue most girls go wild for, a more deep blue, with flecks of silver within and a ring of black blue around the edge. His skin was fair, slightly paler than most, a straight teeth, with the exception of a chipped front tooth. His hair was thick and messy, longer on the top. All in all, very attractive, in my opinion. He sighed and leaned his head on the window, and I looked away.

I looked at Jay and Max once more and inwardly sighed, switched to my country music, and closed my eyes. Pulled my feet up onto the middle seat, put my head against the window.

Suddenly there was a big noise.