CHAPTER 002
[ BUS SHELTER ]
For the past week, I've been dragging my hung-over body into the cold-water shower at 6 in the morning. Sure I partied my ass off last night...well drank.., but I know where the line ends. And I also know that if my parents found out what I had done, they'd never forgive me. I loved them, and I would try as hard as I could to make them happy. And having them find me in my bed, not at school, wearing yesterday's clothes, and with a hang-over, DEFINITELY wouldn't make them happy.
So here I am, freezing my ass off in the cold water, trying my hardest to wake myself up. After my little shower, I stepped back into my room, trying to find something to wear. I had like 15 minutes to dress, eat, and study for my science exam. Not good at all.
So I just threw on my baby blue tee that read "TURN IT UP, BITCH!" and some worn-out jeans. I walk back into the living room to realize that I had already used up the 15 minutes. So I give up trying to make breakfast and dash out the door, quickly shoving my foot into my converses. You should have quite a vivid memory of them, no?
On the elevator, there's some man in a suit standing beside me, simulaneously looking to his watch. We both got on from the 17th floor, and I have never seen him before. He looked pretty young, probably just graduated a while ago from university. He still had the passion in his eyes; the hope and ambition that dies when you hit a certain age. And when you realize that you will probably wake up to the same damn job as yesterday and will for a time to come.
Come to think of it, he was pretty hot. Black pin-striped suit. Black shirt and white tie. Definitely knows what he's doing there. He had a pretty nice jaw-line, was clean-shaved, and had an unbelievably sexy haircut.
Cropped sides and some sexy bangs that covered a bit lower than his right eyebrow. Sun bleached dark brown. I'd have to say. Yum. I looked up; 10 more floors to go.
The elevator finally stopped and we both rushed out the door, accidentally brushing shoulders. He quickly apologized and dashed off. So of course I dashed after him as well, since I'm pretty sure we're going after the same bus; he was key-free. He was running pretty fast with them long legs. And his leather shoulder-bag crossed briefcase bounced up and down to his every movement. Gosh, I need to stop checking him out. I'm not even ashamed. I should be ashamed of not being ashamed; but of course, I'm not. Is that a good thing? Or a bad one? I'm really not sure.
Oh, shit. The bus had just stopped at the shelter-thingy. Come to think of it, I still have no idea what they're actually called. But no time to think of uselessness, I can't afford to miss my last exam. I'm running full speed, and all of a sudden, I'm closer than I think and I'm running too fast to brake properly at the line to get in. So me against nature, I ran head first into my hot, mysterious stranger.
It turns out, that he fell head first into the top steel steps and got a pretty big bruise on his forehead. But I consider it lucky, no gashes or blood. He can't sue me; can he? After apologizing to him for about a million times, I was now sitting beside him on the bus. I looked at the already-blue bruise again. Ouch. I looked at my shoes, unsure.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to do that! I mean--I mean like I couldn't--like brake or something! Don't think I did it on purpose or something!--Cause I really didn't! I was just in a rush! Yeahh--my science exam! And I woke up late--well actually my shower...err...just took kinda long... Anyways, just, sorry."
And do you know what his reaction is? He's laughing. Laughing. What is so funny? Is he mental? Cause I'm not finding ANY of this funny at all. And I'm not the one that got hurt. Gosh, he's still laughing his nice ass off while I'm looking at him, completely bewildered and speechless. There's a few moments of silence.
"Oh crap," I JUST got it. "Oh shit..."
He stops laughing and just looks at me, amused. "What? What's wrong?"
I looked into his eyes. And they're all shimmery and happy. That's just wrong. Oh shit. I must've killed his brain! He's MENTAL NOW! I'm in deep shit. His smile is getting larger. And I'm just feeling horrible. I've ruined his bright future! And the poor guy has no clue, he's laughing again. I'm still in horror, just seeing how happy he is. He's definitely nuts. Shit. His family is SO going to sue me! Just then, the bus comes to a halt and I look through the window. My stop is after this light! I can already see the building of my school!
AHH. TERESA! YOU IDIOT. Why did you pick such a horrible time!?!
I look to my school, then to the now-mental-but-still-hot...guy beside me, then back to my school. GAH.
Exam or the guys who's future I ruined!? Oh, gosh. The bus is moving again...which one?! I can't just leave him here; can I? I can't! That'd be horrible.
Okay. One step at a time. BREATHE.
I push the stop button and the bus driver comes to a very sudden stop. I gather my things and took a last glance around the bus. AISH. I can't just leave him here, so I pull him off the bus with me. He doesn't even try to stop me, he sorta...just...jumps off the bus with me. And it's when I look up to the building I called school that I realize that I hadn't studied on the bus like I had planned to; or at all.
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