You got on the bus on the first day of school, but the bus driver stopped you.
"Hey, you y/n?" She asked chewing a piece of gum loudly.
"Yeah." You said very hesitantly.
"Your in seat-," She dropped her papers,"Aw, fuck, can you grab those for me?" You opened your eyes wide when she swore. Is she aloud to say that? You ignored it and grabbed them for her.
"Your seat number 18, and I'm Barbra." She said, her voice scratchy like a chalk on a chalkboard.
"Thanks." You ran down the isle hoping to get away from her as fast as possible.
You saw number 18 and a boy staring out the window, he was slouched and looked shy.
You sat down and tried to stay kind of as far as possible away from him. Because not to be rude, but you just didn't want to bother him.
So, that went on for the next few weeks.
One day you noticed that your bus driver looked a little more sloppy then before. You just brushed it off, and prayed that you wouldn't be killed.
You sat down in number 18 next to the boy which you later learned his name was, Grayson from attendance in homeroom.
"Oh, shit." You hear the bus driver say and then you ended up being forced against Grayson's side.
"Sorry." You said.
"That's fine." He turned back around and then you got a sudden urge to say something to him.
"Why are you so quiet?" He turned back around to you.
"I don't know, just am." He shrugged.
"Same." You said, no idea what your actually saying.
"You're cute." You blushed.
"Where did that come from?" You asked, turning your head.
"Maybe I decided not to be shy anymore."
