Crash or Crush

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Aliraa's POV

And...

The bus gets hit with another one...
I get hurt severely on my head ...

My head starts to spin and darkness takes me in...

After a while,

The driver of our bus pats on my back and I wake up from my UNCONSCIOUS SELF.

The bus had faced a harsh crash so he decided to send me in a different bus of...

A DIFFERENT SCHOOL???

"Mr. Carter! How can I-." He interrupts me saying, " We got no other choice, the rest of the students going to school by this bus have been already informed that the bus will need to go for repairing...and we are unable to contact your guardians."

Of course my mom was on her way to school (she taught in a different school) and she wouldn't pick up and Papa leaves early at five in the morning so no chance at all and brother is just eight so he definitely can't .

I finally sigh and say, "Fine...I'm off to go."

I get up in the bus to see curious pairs of eyes staring at me... of course I was in a different uniform and I would be the last thing they'd expect to hop in their bus.

I take an empty seat by the window... And state blankly at outside.

I avoid all types of interaction... feeling totally awkyy (awkward).

A girl approaches me. "Hey there!! So...are you new here?" She didn't have the slightest clue that I was here just because my bus had broken down.

"I aint a new student here...my bus met an accident and since I was the only one in the bus and my parents didn't pick the driver's call so I ended up in your school bus." I said it in one go. Can't believe I spoke to her ...I ! Who's socially awkyy (awkward).

I see a guy at the last seat talking to others and looked like he was some kinda leader or something... Without realising that I was litterally staring at him!
We made an eye contact for seconds but I looked away. Avoiding any interaction here.

The girl who approached to start a conversation with me looked at me smiling teasingly. " He is good-looking right? "

I hate to admit but ..."Yea-"

I hate stuttering...but it's better than blabbering...

I don't know why but I turned back again and he was still staring at me. My cheeks ignited...I didn't what this feeling was.

And I watched him coming near me...

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