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“No problem,” Johnny muttered as he settled back, touching the bridge of his nose. “Christ, you’re a bit of a liability, aren’t you?”
“Ah, yep,” I managed to respond, though my voice was both breathy and pitchy. “I’m really sorry about kneeing your nose.”
Slipping my bag off my shoulders, I pushed it to the floor and sagged backwards.
Johnny turned to look at me, a small smile pulling at his lips. “Are you sure you weren’t being crafty and trying to get me back for the ball?”
“What? No!” I balked, shaking my head. “Of course not. I truly didn’t mean to—”
“Relax, Shannon,” he said, chuckling. “I’m only messing with you.”
Yeah, he was certainly messing with me.
My ability to breathe for one. My erratic heartbeat for another.
Johnny shifted around in his seat, obviously trying to find the comfortable position he had before I disturbed him.
“I hate traveling on buses,” he explained, when he finally settled into a position.
He stretched his legs out, angling his left leg in such a way that it rested against my knee. When he didn’t move his leg, choosing to leave it there, I forced myself not to shiver.
It was clear that he wasn’t doing it on purpose. He was six foot three and far too big for the tiny amount of space he’d been allocated.
Still, though, it was too close. He was too close. There was far too much closeness.
“You’re on my side,” I whispered, nudging his thigh with my knee, praying for a reprieve.
It didn’t come. He didn’t move his leg.
Instead, he cocked a brow and tossed back, “You’re on my bus.”
My cheeks flushed bright red. Dropping my head, I concentrated on pulling at an invisible thread on my school jumper—the only school jumper currently on view in the whole bus. The no-uniform memo was another one I didn’t receive.
God…
“I was joking,” Johnny said, pulling me from my thoughts.
“I know,” I replied, even though I didn’t.
I couldn’t read him. I was confused. I felt flustered. And I wanted off this bus.
“So, your class got picked to come to the match?” he asked, offering some conversation.
I nodded and tried to ignore the feel of his leg on mine. “Apparently.”
He cocked a brow. “Apparently?”
I released a heavy sigh. “I didn’t even know about this stupid match until I walked into school and got thrown on this bus.”
“Stupid match?” he scoffed. “Thanks for that.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he replied. “So, you seriously had no idea about the match?”
I shook my head. “No idea.”
“Shite,” he muttered. “So, you’ve got nothing with you?”
