It all seemed like a normal Monday. I decided to go home today after school because I was tired after sleeping for only four hours yesterday and I didn’t sleep very well because I was worried I would not get up. I budged in the line as I normally would if I see my someone I know. I don’t really care if I get a seat or not, but it seemed easier than walking all the way down the winding line for 480. Surge noticed she-who-must-not-be-named. I didn’t really care. She was pretty civil to me in all the times I saw her.

Of course, being civil to a stranger is really not all that hard. All you have to do is say hello.

In any case, what are the chances she would stop right in front of where we sit anyway? Got on the bus. Sat down. Surge swore when he saw you-know-who slowly approaching. By fate, she stopped right where we sat. Ironic, perhaps you can even call it a poetic justice for budging?

I hardly know her anyway, other than seeing her a few times a year and saying hello to her as many times as I have fingers. I saw Benny, so I phoned him to get a ride from him. She started talking. I didn’t hear her. Surge had a weird smile. The environment was quite tense. When I saw some girl who I don't know giving me a sympathetic smile, I know soemthing was wrong. Got off the phone, when I realized she was talking to me I asked what she was talking about. She asked me if I felt bad at the looks I recieved when I budge.

I thought inwardly, I didn't see any looks except for yours. But nevertheless, budging was wrong, so I didn't retort and just asked if she wants my seat. She said no. But if I was to give away my seat, I would only give it to the person who exerted energy on trying to get it. So... I didn't let someone else take my seat.

That's my part in the whole situation, she didn't really care for me, her words were aimed at Jonathon. Surge and I knew that so we just put on our mp3 player and looked away from her. But music really didn't block out the conversation between those two. They were both getting angry and frustrated and pretty soon their exchanged turned sour.

And that's when Surge and I smiled silently in amusement.

Which... if you think about it, is perhaps, even more cruel than the callous words between those two. I mean, their uncivil exchange came from their heightened emotion and they both feel horrible about the conversation. And there I was... smiling.

Worst thing is, I think I will smile again, if something similar happen again. The exchange just amused me.

Just like when my flight instructor told a story about how a man standing next to him was killed somewhere in Central America or South America (I think it's Mexico or Chile) I laughed. It was so wrong... <.< (at least I was not the only one that laughed).

1 Comments:

• At 5:54 AM,  Arc said…

  I do know the person, but not very well.

   

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