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Once Upon A Time In School Bus

"You're like my family."

Honestly, I didn't hear anything after that. I don't know what I might or might not have said. I don't know what I did. Did I yell at him? Gaped at him open-mouthed? Screamed at him? I don't know. I don't know if I have confessed to him already. If I did, well- I don't want to think about the consequences right now.

One word is spinning in my head, and that is 'family'. He thinks I'm like his sister? What The Heck! What the actual Heck is this. Does God even exist?

Ahhhhrrgggh I want to scream so badly right now. Am I in English class right now? Is Mr.Robinson explaining something? Am I even writing them down?! What in the world could that be actually possible!

Wait, I'm in Biology class now. Alisha is on the chair next to me. She is telling me something about some audition. I'm replying back. But I don't know which audition she is talking about or when did it happen or why it seems so important to her.

Family.

Sibling.

Sister.

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.

"Wow, what's the possibility of you riding on the school bus beside me?" someone says from beside me.

I look around. I'm on the...school bus?

"How come I got into the school bus!" I say out aloud.

"That's what I was thinking. I saw your car parked on the ground and Alisha was there,so what made you come here? Maybe you two had a fight?"

It's Danny. Frigging Danny is seating next to me.

Why on earth I had to sit next to him of all people?! 

"I didn't see where I was going. I was lost in thought." I say. Though I didn't need to explain my reason to him.

"Can't seem to get me out of your head,eh?" he says,smirking.

"You bet," I snort.

I look around. There is no empty seat on the bus. The students have filled every blank space with their presence. I have never rode on the school bus before. Is it always THIS  much crowded? I wonder. I'm thinking of asking someone to exchange their seat with me when Danny says, "Do you want to get off the bus?"

I really want to. But since when did I start telling him everything that's on my mind? So, I retort, "Why? Do your girlfriend needs to sit here?" I ask. "Or boyfriend." I add. 

"I DON'T HAVE........I'm not gay."

"You can be. Or bisexual. I don't care."

"You should."

"What?" I snap.

"Nothing." he says hurriedly. He seems weirdly embarrassed and awkward. What did he say or do that he started acting this way?

He starts rubbing his temple with furious speed and tries to exhale a quiet breath,but it comes as a whistle.

"Ew, your hands are sweaty." I say; my disgust level will break its limit in any moment.

"I..I am sorry." He tries to pull himself away, but in the process his one arm brushes with mine.

"Why are you acting so weird?" I couldn't refrain myself from asking.

"Why are you even here!"

"Shall I remind you that this is a public property and definitely not yours? By the way, I sat here earlier. You came later. YOU chose to sit beside me."