Chapter three.

“In the past, I’m not afraid to talk to her when I want to, but why now I can’t?”

Luhan POV

            Both me and Youngjae walked towards the bus stop. I could feel my anxiousness build up with each step I took. I could have just run or stood there like nothing happened or even talk to her.. wait. Am I that brave to talk to her? Aishh!

As I stepped inside the bus stop, I could hear her laughter died. I frowned a little. Does she hate me that much?

“Miyoung~~” her friends teased.

“Shut up.” Miyoung coldly said and looked away.

I felt my heart just being stabbed. Hey, is this what people called ‘disappointment’?

I stood there silently, while Youngjae is reading his book beside me. I could her short conversation with her friends. She sometimes laughed, and I want her to laugh when I came – because of me. But it will always be a dream.

            After a few minutes, my bus arrived. Both me and Youngjae stepped inside the bus. But I didn’t expected that she will take the same bus with me. I thought she hate me. I know her house is also in the same direction as me, we’re just a few feets apart. I once having the same driver with her, when I’m still in elementary school, when she’s still new in Seoul.

I sat on the seats not far from the door, while Youngjae sat comfortably beside me. And then Miyoung and her friend, I think her name is Seohyun, walked in. They waved goodbye to their other friends and search for the empty seats.

She stared at the empty seat across mine, and then glanced at me. I glanced back at her. She sat there, while Seohyun on her side. Is destiny setting this arrangement? If yes, I’ll thank it forever.

I sat there as the bus starting to drove forward. I secretly glanced at her every 3 minutes, while she is busy looking at the scenery outside. As I thought, the boys is staring at her. And I always hate that stare.

“Riding a bus isn’t as bad as I thought,” Miyoung smiled.

“Well yeah, as long as you have friend,” Seohyun said.

“Pst,” Youngjae nudged me.

“Huh?” I leaned towards him, but still staring at her.

“I heard Miyoung liked a boy named Hoya before,” he said.

I stiffened. Hoya? That HOYA?

“How about we make a bet? If in 2 minutes you won’t ask he