Bumping Into Someone Novels & Stories

It was pathetic and I know I will be over it in a few hours but the weight of accepting the reality that I would never find what everyone else remained heavy on my shoulder as I walked out of the hall. No one spoke to me or even acted like they knew me even though I recognized a handful of them as I walked by. some bumped into me and before I could even speak, they walked passed me like they didn’t even do anything wrong. I sighed deeply and continued on my way out. I was almost at the door when someone else bumped into me. No, it was I who bumped into a person. I lifted my head to apologize when I realized it was my fault and whatever I had to say caught in my throat when I realized who I h

On walking out of the hallway, I bumped into someone. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” I apologized and raised my head to look at the person. But to my shock, I had just bumped into an old acquaintance, my first/secret love.

As I hurried toward the building, distracted by my racing thoughts, I suddenly bumped into someone—a gorgeous woman with an air of confidence . “Oh, I’m so sorry,” she apologized first, her smile warm and sincere. I managed a small, hesitant smile in return, my earlier frustration still clouding my mood. “It’s okay, we’re both at fault,” I replied, extending my hand out of habit. “Rachel,” I said, my tone clipped but polite. “Bianca,” she introduced herself, her grip firm as we shook hands. There was something disarming about her, but before I could think more about it, a commotion caught both our attention.

Her steps were brisk walking, but she didn't expect when she turns a corner, she bumps into someone. ***

I suddenly got lost in my useless thoughts, suddenly I bumped into someone. My glasses fell from my eyes and I bent down to pick them up when someone who I bumped with crushed my glasses with his shoes.

So, when I bump into someone, I'm caught completely by surprise. "Sorry,” I groan, rubbing my forehead, where our heads had smacked together. Rubbing my sore forehead, I look up at the person only to stop dead in my tracks. Piper is also massaging her forehead. She freezes in her spot when she notices who she’s bumped into.

I was about to turn when I bumped into someone. I looked up to see who it was as I stood there shocked.

Eventually, I raise my legs and continue to walk towards a door; the front door. When I am a few distances away, I find myself running towards it, my heart thumping wildly in my ribcage as though it will soon burst out. I touch the doorknob but it opens from outside and someone enters, bumping into me. A gasp leaves my mouth and my bag and phone fall to the ground. The person I just bumped into or who bumped into me is a woman. I can't say if this gasp came out of shock that my abductor is a woman and not because I have been caught running off.

I try to ask for help, but everyone seems too busy to assist me. Suddenly, I'm knocked off my feet, bumping into someone who's sprinting in the opposite direction. I fall to the ground, trying to regain my composure.

As I made the left turn and started heading to where she told me the restroom was located, I felt my phone vibrating like I just got a message or a call was coming through so I opened my clutch purse to bring out the phone. I suddenly bumped into someone, or maybe a wall because that body felt big and nice and I knew it wasn't the body of a woman, I was sure it wasn't a wall because I didn't feel any pain. " So sorry my bad," I immediately apologized, my eyes not yet on the face of the stranger I bumped into, I was so focused on getting my phone out of my purse without looking in front of me. He was tall, my face was to his chest. " You've always had a bad habit of bumping into people it's n