I fought against jealousy.
I forced myself to look away
from Lindsey’s smile.
I walked over to them.
Didn’t I have every right
to talk to my own crush?
As I walked, I noticed
that he was not talking to her.
He was staring into the rain,
watching the buses as they pulled up
and fell into a neat line.
Lindsey chattered on about something.
I heard a few snatches of words as I came closer:
“…love the rain… my sisters… stepdad…”
I started to call out his name, but he beat me to it.
He noticed me.