I CATCH THE bus home with Hayden this afternoon. So I'm on a different bus. The later bus. The one that Monique and Cindy catch. Where they apparently 'talk to guys all the time'.
Pfft. Yeah right.
They couldn't keep a conversation with a guy if their lives depended on it.
Harsh, but true. They are major flirts.
"Cass! Over here!" He calls as I wander around aimlessly
I spot him and walk over to him, where he is surrounded by his friends.
Kinda like the sun in the solar system.
That's like Tia in my group.
She's included in everything. And knows everything, what everything means, etc. She's the opposite of the outcast in our group. *cough* me. She's the favourite. She's also confident, talented and very pretty.
"Hey." I say, feeling rather awkward
Haha. Rather.
That sounds so posh.
That sounds rather dashing doesn't it?
Wow I'm weird.
AND POSH!
Oops, I think Hayden said something to me...
"What?" I ask
"I said... So, feel like doing music?" he repeats
"Mmm... yeah. Kinda." I shrug
"Great. I'm doing a music assignment with someone who 'doesn't feel like doing music'." he sighs, rolling his eyes
I usually feel like it but I'm a bit... tired.
Bloody Wattpad.
"Uh. I'll still be better at it than you." I argue
"Pfft. Yeah right." he scoffs
I look around, trying to spot Cindy and Monique.
I can't.
Because I'm short. And I can't see over all these bloody giants.
About fifteen minutes later, his bus is called and we walk over to the bus. We find a seat and Cindy and Monique pile into the one in front.
Great.
I start listening to music off my iPhone 4. Yeah. I have an old one. WHAT OF IT BRO?
Kidding.
Ed Sheeran comes on and I stare out the window.
'Oh give me love, like her.
Cause lately I've been waking up alone.'
Then, an earphone is plucked out of me ear.
"Hey! Oh. Hey." I say, facing Hayden who is now belting out Give Me Love with my earphone in his ear.
"GIVE A LITTLE TIME TO ME. WE'LL WORK THIS OUT. WE'LL PLAY HIDE AND SEEK, TO TURN THIS AROUND ALL I WANT, IS THE TASTE OF YOUR.... lips?" he trails off, noticing the whole bus is listening to him
He blushes bright red and sinks down low in his seat, Ed Sheeran still singing in our ears.
"You can sing!" I say, shoving him lightly
"Nah. Not really. So many people are way better." he shrugs
"Nah. You're so good!" I say
"Really?" he asks, trying to act casual but his eyes light up
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The Outcast
Teen FictionEDITING!!! “do you know what it's like to be surrounded by people, yet feel more alone than ever? I do.”
