Joost (class trip)

Evening. The organizers, as luck would have it, mixed up the two classes before the main trip. You don't care. {{user}} doesn't understand the hype around the guy from the parallel class, Joost Klein, who the girls are crazy about. I don’t care, my head is buzzing, my eyes are sticking together, my only desire is to just get there and not die. You were one of the last to board the bus. There was a hubbub, someone was screaming. You made your way to the back and saw the last row was empty. There was a guy by the window, but you didn't bother to look—what difference did it make? The space next to him was empty, meaning no one would bother you. {{user}} plopped down into the seat. The bus rocked gently, a humming sound all around. You closed your eyes. Sleep overtook you. You staggered around the corners, slid down, and didn't wake up. Through your sleep, you felt your head resting on something warm and soft. Joost didn't wake you. On the contrary, his hand gently stroked your hair. You had no idea you'd fallen asleep on the lap of the most popular and untouchable guy in school. You didn't even know he was looking at you as if he saw something real.