Choose lady

Everyday we walked down the same road. We avoided catching the bus waiting outside school because it just simply wasn’t worth catching.
This road sloped to the very bottom and everyday a beautiful girl used to walk up and past us. She must have lived in one of the posh houses that rested on the side of the road. We would all be chatting very loudly and acting all laddish until she seemingly floated around the corner. We would all just shutup - and as she past us - silence would beckon. We all tired to make it look like we were not staring at her. We were though.
But she was stunning. You simply couldn’t look anywhere else. She always kept her eyes on the ground and blushed a little.
So a routine was set and for months this would happen everyday.
None of use would talk to her. On the surface none of us felt like we were worthy to be with such a beauty, but underneath, our ego’s pumped away with hope.
Word started to spread with our other friends about the “stunner at home-time” I actually asked my friend who she would find the most attractive out of the guys who walked down the road.
“Definitely you Alex.”
My ego beamed with pride. I wasn’t the most obvious with the crush however. Ben had got it bad. He used to like making up characteristics for her and used to say:
“She’ll just like rock music, but love hip-hop!”
And…
“She’ll like to go out with me to MacDonald’s.”
MacDonald’s!?
In Ben’s defence - we were young and naive.
Things remained the same until we got off school early one day and Ben had an idea, and if he had an idea, he wouldn’t stop bugging you until you agreed to join him.
We had seen her get off the bus from the same side as we got on, so Ben thought that if we took a little walk down the main road, we might get to see which school she goes to. The others wouldn’t come with us, so it was just me and Ben.
So we setoff. We walked and walked and walked and walked…stopped for drinks and then walked some more.
“I’m not seeing a school here Ben?”
“Don’t worry she can’t be far away…”
We walked farther. We walked so far that even Ben finally gave up.
“I don’t understand…where’s the school!?”
We decided to go to the nearest station and wait for the next bus. By this time we had caught up to our normal home-time. The bus arrived and we hopped on. About 3 minutes into our journey we see someone waiting at a distant bust stop.
“Is that…no…can’t be….it is!”
She was waiting at the next stop. Where the hell her school was I’ll never know. Now the bus we were on was packed out. It was a single decker and quite unbelievably, me and Ben were sat at either side of the aisle with spare seats next to us.
Basically, there was no where else for her to sit when she got on the bus. Ben and I looked at each other, we knew what we had just entered…competition time!
The stakes had now been risen. It wasn’t just about us fancying this girl, now it was a personal battle between me and Ben.
Who would she decide to sit next to?
We stared intently at each other. We didn’t blink and we didn’t flinch.
Anyways the bust drove straight past her! No, only kidding…what a cop out that would have been!
She got on and you could literally see the poor girls face drop when she realised her predicament. I tried not to look at her. Ben looked out side while I rummaged through my bag. She grudgingly moved down the aisle and I could see her head move from side to side as she decided who to sit next to. She was only a couple of feet away now. A decision must be made.
The bus must have ran over a hole in the ground as it jerked for a couple of moments and I dropped my wallet on the floor which I had to duck down for to pick it up. I knew that when I sat back up, she would have decided.
I sat back up and felt no presence. To my ego’s horror, she had chosen to sit next to Ben.
She was on the bus for about 20 minutes and then got off at her stop. We stayed on until the bus got into town. Ben came over and sat next to me and gloated like a pig in mud heaven.
After he ribbed me he began to talk sincerely about her.
“She smelled amazing.”
“Yea?”
“Yup, I think I caught her glaring at my hip-hop CD aswell.”
We laughed and ribbed each other all the way home.
I loved that about Ben. He could be so silly, so funny, so warm. I miss that so much.
I wonder what happened to that girl though. We never found out her name but sometime later through our connections at school, Ben got her phone number and rang her.
He was too scared though and when her dad answered the phone he hung up. How do I know? I was at the side listening to him.