The driver kept yelling at her, when instead, he should be yelling at him. The 10th graders came late, it wasn't her fault. He didn't know why she was being blamed. She tried her best to ignore him, but the attempt went in vain. She turned around and started cursing in English, to which the driver laughed shamelessly, for he didn't understand a bit. He just couldn't help but stare at her. After all, he was making good use of the last time he could see her. Her lips were to die for, oh gosh. Her eyes, were dark and became a hue of light brown when the sunlight struck on them.

The driver soon stopped making fun of her and she lost herself to the music. She looked outside, her lips forming a shy smile as they moved to the lyrics of the songs she knew. He knew, he just knew, that she knew he was staring at her. But she didn't look at him, not once. His heart sank in vain, because he knew her too well that he wouldn't see her after this day. But he was more determined than ever to make this moment last forever.

Which meant, more staring.

At that moment, he suddenly felt like a pedophile. How unbelievable! Not even a stalker, a pedophile?

He was by no means attractive, oh that he knew.  His crushes were all one-sided and short-lived. He was sure that no one ever liked him. Anyone would be an idiot to like him. This fact saddened him, but he knew it was inevitable. So, when he saw her staring back at him, he wondered why.

What was there in him? Was she really attracted to him or was she just being generous and tolerating him?

His favorite song broke into his thoughts and she winced. He laughed internally because he knew how much she despised it.

The song ended, and her stop came. The van stopped and she stopped looking outside, her face falling suddenly. The driver screamed pathetically at her to get out but she stared at her bag, which was on her lap. All he could concentrate was on her, and nothing else.

She blinked, biting her lip. That's when she looked at him. Finally. Her gaze was fixed on his, and he held it, strongly. She held a worried expression and only the driver's screaming broke their gaze, with a start.

She sighed and climbed out, taking time to pick up her bag, and sort herself. The driver kept mumbling about how crazy she is and in anger, she slammed the metal door so hard that the tiny van shook violently. She stood there, transfixed on the spot as the van drove away. She tried to process the fact that it was finished; done. She couldn't. She saw him glance back as the van drove away, out of sight.

She couldn't move for a while, and a tear slid down her cheek.

And that was it.

Done.