The next morning, I made myself breakfast and left some hangover meds for my dad. Then I left for school. I have to walk around 4 or 5 blocks in order to get to the bus stop. At the bus stop, I noticed an unfamiliar face. Correction a beautiful new unfamiliar face. He was sitting on the curb listening to music. I really freaked when I noticed his nirvana shirt. I observed him for about 5 minutes until he noticed my staring and then I looked away. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him smirking at me. I bit my lip to avoid smiling like an idiot. The bus pulled up and scurried on quickly to avoid him. I sat in the very back and tried to blend in with the seat. Of course, just to make my life even more miserable he sits right freaking next to me. "Hey there." he said. He had the broadest and sexiest voice of all time. "Hi" I managed without saying anything stupid. "I'm Tom" he says as he pulls out one of my earphones. "Krystal" I tried to keep it as simple as possible. "Krystal, huh. I like that name, very pretty. Like you" whoa! What the hell was that? “um excuse me?" he chuckled at me. "What? You’ve never been complimented on your appearance?" I had to think about it for a moment. i have had people compliment me on my personality, but never my appearance, unless they were over the age of 65. "No not really." i stated looking out the window. "Well now you have" he is such a sarcastic asshole. When the bus pulled into the school bus lot I climbed over the seat in front of me to get out of this conversation immediately. i ran off the bus and over to my 'reading tree'.
When the bell rang, I went to biology and sat down at my lab station. I began to prep for the experiment. Mr. Higgins did his usual annoying throat clear and began to explain the instructions when someone walked in the door. It could have been anybody, Obama, Miley Cyrus, freaking Jesus but no it had to be Tom. And of course i have to be the only person who doesn’t have a lab partner. He tried his hardest not to laugh on his way over. During, the experiment he kept trying to ask personal questions about my life, which I wasn’t too comfortable about. I kept rejecting them with “can we focus?” or “do your work” we finished the experiment, and I went to go wash my hands in the back of the classroom. I looked around to see if anyone was looking and quickly pulled my sleeves up and washed my hands. Before I could roll down my sleeves, tom springs up next to me. I shoved my sleeves down grabbed my backpack and ran out just as the bell rang. I could hear Tom shouting my name and telling me to wait up. I can’t believe I’m so stupid and careless to slip up after almost 7 years of depression. I managed to avoid Tom all day until seventh period. He was sitting in the back of the room when I walked in. he had his feet propped up on my desk and was reading a quite large book. I sat down and shoved his feet off my desk. He smirked at me and moved to get comfortable again. He was reading R.I.P. van winkle by Washington Irving. I automatically thought he’s just reading it to make him seem smart. “You are reading a book by Washington Irving?” he looked at me like I just pushed his grandmother off a cliff. “I love this book. “Really? Okay pop quiz, what century was the book written?” I asked in disbelief
“What does it feature?”
“What does that mean?”
“It’s like a parody” damn!
“Well then I apologize to you”
“What’s my last name?”
“I don’t know”
“No way!” he sat upright
“You are related to Washington Irving?”
“Yep, he’s like my great great great great grandfather”
“That is awesome!”
“I know I’m pretty awesome” I flipped my hair back all sassy.
After class, he literally dragged me onto the bus. I really hate the afternoon bus. It always smells like sex and rotten milk. Probably because the bus driver never takes showers and seniors tend to get frisky in the back. I’m a junior and I swear I hate everyone at my school. But, I never show it.
The bus stopped at the, you know, bus stop. Tom yet again dragged me off the bus. When the bus drove away he looked at me and asked, “Want me to walk you home?” I immediately rejected almost screaming, “No!” he threw his hands up in surrender. “Okay, I won’t walk you home but hey do you want to be my partner for the language arts project?” “Sure, I don’t like anyone else in that class”, I smiled. “Really? Because every person I ask about you, all I hear is earfuls of how you’re so nice and helpful and smart” whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa, wait a sec, he asked about me to other people?!
As I walked home he was all that was on my mind. His smile. His laugh. The way he stands. The way he walks. His voice. The sarcastic tone all the time. Man was I falling hard, I’m too fragile to fall. Because when fragile things falls, they break into tiny little pieces.