The girl who just can't play it cool

It was just arriving at my stop so I got up from my seat. To this day, I’m still trying to figure out how what happened, happened.  I had just let go of the pole, meaning to get off at the back doors. I think I got caught in that awkward moment when the bus is slowing down but hasn’t made a complete stop, like I was caught in some weird gravity tunnel.  All of a sudden my left hand felt something fleshy. I didn’t understand it. I felt flesh on flesh. Why was I feeling that? I looked down, surprised. There’s an Indian girl sitting there, holding the left side of her face.  I had smacked her. I didn’t know how. My hand must have collided with her face somehow while I was trying to keep my balance. The next few minutes were a blur. I kept apologizing, feeling like an idiot.  We both got off the bus and I kept saying sorry but I really think she just wanted to get away from me. I remember she had a French braid. I didn’t know what to do. She just turned around and started walking away. So I walked away too. I had to get to class anyway.