Part 7

The rest of school was boring.
That was until history.
He had been transferred into my class.

I gave a small gasp as he walked through the door; he seemed to hear it.
He gave me a hard stare, for about half a second.
Then went to sit alone, across the room.

I felt nervous, which wasn't very unusual for me.
Butterflies filled the interior of my stomach.
Each fluttering furiously, like I should be afraid.
But I wasn't afraid, just nervous.
Even though I knew he would never talk to me.

The bell chimed, signaling that the day was over and for us to finally make our escape.
So I did.
So we all did.

Traffic was heavy.
I would know.
I sat alone on the bus most of the time.
The cold leather of the seats weren't as welcoming as the people that sat upon it.
The truth was, I wanted to sit alone.
I wasn't the best at small talk, or any talk for that matter.
I stared out of the window.
Still searching.
Still waiting.
But for what?
The curiosity burned inside my mind.
It began to hurt, so I pulled out a book and began to read.
Violently turning page by page.
My eyes kept wandering away from my book, back to the window; as if it were obvious what I kept staring at.
Like my heart knew, but was waiting for my mind to finally figure it out.