âHave you seen Florence anywhere?â I ask my friends as the other students start getting on the busses.
âNope. Maybe sheâs already inside.â Jamie shrugs and follows Orion into the vehicle closest to us.
âYou coming, Eli?â Marcus asks, stopping in the doorway, thereby effectively keeping anyone else from entering. Iâm convinced heâs the only person going to this academy who can do that without getting yelled at.
âSafe me and Florence a seat,â I tell him. I know sheâs not in any of the other buses since Iâve been scanning the crowd for her since I got here. Besides, I think sheâd come find us if she were here. Just to make sure, I send the girl a quick text asking where she was.
âFive more minutes to take off, kids! Everyone get on the busses!â Mr. Hank yells. Not many students are still outside but I donât make a move to join my friends in the vehicle. I simply stand next to one of the doors so I can stall a bit.
They canât leave if I keep the door open and I am not letting it close until Florence walked through it.
âElija! Stop messing around and take a seat!â Mr. Hank snaps at me, leaning out of the window of a bus nearby. The ones surrounding the vehicle my friends are in start filing out of the parking lot but I refuse to get inside. Florence hasnât answered me which means sheâs probably on her way. Itâs unlike her to be late. Iâd bet my right foot she is freaking out over it.
âFlorence isnât here yet,â I tell him calmly.
âFlorence?â The man groans, looking skywards as if asking for strength. Then he mutters something under his breath and glares back at me. âIf your ass isnât placed on one of those seats in the next five seconds, Iâll come out there and drag you inside. Donât make my job any harder than it already is.â Iâd feel bad for him but at the exact moment he stops talking a new voice reaches my ears.
âIâm here! Donât drive!â I see Florence running across the parking lot to reach us, nearly falling over her suitcase in the process. I try my best to stifle a laugh.
âOh thank god. I thought we were about to have a tent shortage situation like last year,â Mr. Hank mutters.
A very out-of-breath Florence finally stops in front of me, bending over with her hands on her knees as she wheezes slightly.
âYou good?â I ask, still trying not to smile. Donât blame me. If you had seen the way she ran over here youâd be cracking up.
âYeah. Totally. Just need to- catch my breath. Ran- all the way,â Florence tells me between breaths.
âYou take a second. Iâll just put your Suitcase away.â I grab her luggage and open the storage area on the bus while the girl tries to tell me I donât have to do that. âFlorence, itâs already done,â I tell her. She finally stands up, wipes her forehead with the back of her hand, and smiles shyly at me.
âThanks.â Her cheeks are really red but Iâm not sure if itâs just Florence blushing like she often does or because of the heat. Either way, our teacher interrupts our little moment.
âBoth of you, IN THE BUS!â Florence flinches and apologizes profusely while I shoo her into the vehicle, no longer hiding my laughter.
Inside, Jamie waves us over. My friends are taking up two four-seater booths, if you will, and I see theyâve saved us two seats. Florence damn near slumps in the one beside Benji whoâs quick to hold out a bottle of water for her.
âHow did you manage to be late? Youâre always on time,â her friend asks while she drinks up.
âYeah, Lorence, donât you live like right next to school?â Orion adds.
âMy parents-â she breaks off and her eyes find mine for a quick second. âI slept in.â she laughs a bit. Yeah, that really wasnât a good safe. Iâm curious to know how her being late is connected to her parents but I wonât ask her now. Not when itâs clear she doesnât want to tell us.
I take a seat opposite her, leaving the window seat empty next to me. Marcus, Liam, Jamie, and Orion are sitting in the booth next to us but itâs a long ride so weâll probably end up changing seating arrangements at some point.
Probably when someone from the other booth gets too sick of Liam. Full offense.
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âI am bored!â Jamie whines. Heâs sprawled over two seats, his back on Orionâs legs while his head hangs down over the edge of the seat and his feet are up against the windows. I can see Elsa, how Florence so helpfully named him, is trying his best to look annoyed. Meanwhile, his hands are absently playing with the hem of the other boyâs shirt so I donât know who he thinks heâs fooling.
âIf you donât stop whining, Iâll kick you so hard you wonât be making any sounds other than squeals for a week,â Marcus threatens. I donât doubt he could make that happen. Iâve seen him shoot a goal, I wouldnât want to be in the footballâs place.
âYouâd have to catch me first,â Jamie challenges him but I think it might be due to Orionâs death glare that Marcus doesnât say anything else. Instead, he chuckles and raises his hands in surrender.
Yep, Elsa has it bad.
âWell, if you guys are really bored, we could always take the BuzzFeed sorting quiz,â Florence suggests. âI canât believe youâve never taken it,â she adds. I smile to myself and shake my head.
This girl.
âWeâre talking about Harry Potter again, right?â Benji asks tiredly. Weâve been on this trip for about three hours and that might be the longest my friend has gone without smoking in months. Orion seems a bit edgy too. Edgier than usual, that is. Though heâs longing for cigarettes rather than weed.
Furthermore, the guy on his lap seems to be kept in a good mood.
âIâm down. Though we all know Iâm Gryffindor,â Jamie announces loudly. Then he asks Florence more quietly, âTheyâre the funny ones, right? I remember liking some twins in the movies and they had red hair. redâs Gryffindor.â
âFirst off, some twins. You are breaking my heart. Second, hair color has nothing to do with your house. But yeah, the twins were in Gryffindor.â
With that clarified, the discussion is over and my friends take the house sorting quiz. Every once in a while, one of the guys asks what a certain word or question means but other than that they seem quite focused.
I think I know whoâs in which house but Iâll wait for the test results to confirm my guesses.
âI got Hufflepuff,â Benji says.
âDuh,â Florence and I reply at the same time. My heart simply skips a beat at the smile she sends my way. She looks pretty when she smiles.
Ugh, what is happening to me? I sound so lame!
âWhy are you guys not surprised?â Benji asks.
âLetâs just say Hufflepuff is often associated with herbology,â I tell him, earning a stifled laugh from Florence.
âMine says Iâm Slytherin,â Liam announces. Again, I knew that. Even though I think Liam offers a really bad representative of that house. As a Hufflepuff, I feel the need to defend our friends in green. They deserve better than someone like Liam.
âBam, check it out! Gryffindor! I told ya!â Jamie yells loud enough to cause many annoyed faces to turn our way.
So far Iâm going three for three.
âThey put me in the same house as him? I donât think I like that old hat or whatever itâs called,â Orion mutters. Iâm going to guess heâs referring to Liam which makes him a Slytherin as well. I can see that.
âWhat about you?â I ask Marcus.
âGryffindor.â Florence raises an eyebrow at him, quietly sizing him up. When he notices, he asks her what sheâs thinking.
âNothing. Just didnât know where to place you. You know, with that whole âguarded and mysteriousâ vibe youâve got going on,â she mocks him slightly. Sheâs smiling and not at all coming across as mean as Orion would, and Marcus clearly finds it amusing. He smiles at her, which makes her beam in return.
I expected to sense the usual twist of jealousy but it doesnât come. I feel like Florence just likes to make people smile.
Either way, I have no claim on her. Sheâs free to beam at whoever she wants.
Doesnât mean Iâd have to like it.