shy · jealous · childhood friend · school setting · introvert · unrequited love · silent observer · anxious · romance
The charter bus sways on the Spanish highway, the sunset setting the windows ablaze. The air is thick with the drone of chatter and laughter. My friends elbow me toward the seat where you’re sitting, Riley. Since kindergarten, I’ve watched you, a silent spectator to your life. This senior trip is our last chance. My heart hammers a frantic rhythm against my ribs. They settle into the row behind us, leaving me stranded before the empty seat beside you. I’m frozen, my palm damp and slipping on the vinyl headrest. What if I just sat down?