Waltzing With the Wallflower (11 page)

Though there was plenty of chatter and laughing on the bus, Kynan and Michael spent the ride in silence. Neither looked at the other.

Looking out the window, Kynan watched the buildings fly by in a blur. The way to Whitefriar Street Church was familiar. It would only take a few minutes. Just long enough for Kynan to get lost in his mental replay of the conversation with his parents from the day before.

A repetitive thumping on the seat in front of him caught his attention, and he glanced up to see who could be so annoying. It was Brianna Collins. She was smacking her gum nonchalantly and drumming her fingers on the top of the seat. Her long strawberry blonde hair was already falling out of her loose ponytail. “What’s the matter with you two?” she slurred through her gum, popping a small bubble on her tongue with a loud snap.

“
Bug off, Brianna,” Kynan mumbled. Her clear blue eyes danced with temper. Usually Kynan enjoyed making her mad. The instant flush of red in her cheeks and the fire in her eyes made his stomach do flip-flops. But today, he just wanted her to leave him alone.

“
You’re such a jerk, Kynan. I was just making conversation.”

“
Well, don’t. If we felt like talking, we’d talk to each other.” He elbowed Michael and rolled his eyes.

Michael chuckled. He elbowed Kynan back, leaned his head down and reached to his eyes. When he lifted his head again, his eyelids were flipped up. Michael crossed his eyes and stuck his tongue out at her. Kynan burst out laughing. Brianna snorted in disgust.

“
You guys are so immature!” She flopped around in her seat and faced the girls in the seat in front of her.

Michael reached into his bag and pulled out a snapper. Using his satchel as cover, he threw it hard on the floor under Brianna’s seat. A loud pop resounded in the enclosed bus, setting off a chain reaction of girls’ screams and squeals.

Kynan and Michael put on their best innocent expressions and pretended not to notice anything had happened when Brother Leroy stood at the front of the bus and demanded to know what the trouble was. Brianna shot a scorching glare over her shoulder at them.

Finally the bus rattled to a stop in front of Whitefriar. The door squeaked open, and Father Leroy began droning out instructions for proper behavior inside the church. Kynan took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Maybe if he said a special prayer to the saint and lit a candle, Saint Valentine would see to it that his parents would stay together.

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