literature

i bet

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Published: Oct 21, 2009

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^{she sits in the third row from the back of the bus, with her iPod plugged into her ears, and the music turned up just loud enough for everything to appear silent around her, but just quiet enough so that no one else could hear.
I bet he never once guessed--as he sat two seats ahead of her--that while the song played, his name kept popping into her head and that she was set on the fact that it had been written about her life as she switched from watching him laugh with his friends to staring at the blurring road beneath them.

she writes notes in her Spanish notebook while the teacher babbles on in a language she should be trying to learn, that she'll quickly scribble out three minutes before the bell rings, crinkling the paper up and shoving it deep in her pocket.
three desks ahead of her, I bet he couldn't even hear her pencil scribbling furiously in her effort to try and explain the feelings she can't come to understand. trying to explain why he probably doesn't even know her name.

she lays awake until her clock clicks to exactly 11:11 and she'll fold her hands, roll away so she's facing the wall and whisper a silent prayer before finally falling asleep.
five miles away from her, I bet he doesn't even think that a girl--especially her--is praying that somehow he'll notice her tomorrow and come up and say something, anything, she doesn't care about the details anymore.

she ties her shoes slowly in the morning, focusing entirely too much attention on those two laces of each black converse so that she'll get to the bus just a tad later than he does, so that she can walk past him and maybe have a second of eye contact.
I bet, as he sits with his friends, he doesn't even realize she's walking silently by, wishing with all her might that he'll look up and smile, talk, anything.

and I bet, as she does this everyday, she doesn't even realize he's doing the exact same thing.}