The Troublemakers Mine

Chapter 1.

It's a Sunday night, and I am currently playing my fourth 'last' round of Call of Duty. What can I say? The game is addictive.

"DIE!" I scream at my TV. COD never fails to get my tonsils ringing. You'd think I would be better able to control my anger after all these years playing this wretched yet addicting game. I can feel my underwear riding up my butt while I ever so carefully get up to reach for a handful of Doritos that's on my bed, praying I wont die for the 46th time on the screen.

"That's why you girls shouldn't play this game." Player LeJames_2323 mutters into his mic.
"If you really knew something about girls would you be playing against one on a Friday night instead of getting laid? I hope you're able to shoot your shot better then trashtalk Mr. 'LeJames'." I backfire as I hurriedly dodge bullets. A bunch of Ooo's are heard from the rest of my 'temporary' team. I get out of hiding and shoot the remaining three people, winning us the game.

"Nice game boys, one more round?" I question and seconds later after stretching my hands and cracking my neck I commence.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Startled, I shift to the left reaching for my phone that's always on my nightstand. BEEP BEEP. I open my eyes pissed off by the irritating alarm that ruins my morning and beloved relationship with my bed.

Finally awake I realize why I can't find my phone, I'm on the floor with my PS4 controller on my stomach, my TV on and Doritos all over the floor. Until how long exactly had I played yesterday? Crawling on top of my bed I reach my phone scratching my head and yawning in the process.

"SEVEN-THIRTY?!" I practically scream, then quickly rub my throbbing throat, screaming last night to my screen probably wasn't the best idea considering I have no idea whats in store today, having a decent voice could come in handy on your first day I think to myself .

I jump out of bed stubbing my toe on the edge of my bed frame, "fffffffffu" I manage to mutter under my gritted teeth. Now hopping on one leg, my one foot in my hand soothing my now throbbing pinky toe. I finally make it to the bathroom in one piece. Shocked by my own appearance I intake a sharp breath and grimace, my hair is a hot mess, the edges of my mouth have Dorito stains on them and of course my light brown eyes have it's usual bags accessorized beneath them. How appealing..

Not willing to waste anymore time staring st my disheveled appearance, I tare my plaid PJ'S off, turn on the shower and brush my teeth while I take a bath. I wrap my white towel around my bare body and sprint to my closet.

"First day.. Casual or Comfy? Comfy of course" I say to myself matter-a-factly. Wishing I was still at the age where I planned my clothes the night before school, neatly placed on my bed for me to wake up to.

I grab my black tights and my Nike pullover, I put on my Apple Watch my must have, to be honest I love using it . Which reminds me, I should go for a jog after class today I've only got two lectures so I should be home before 6pm but the commute is dreadful. I slip my clothes on and make myself to my washroom again. My hair is almost dry, I'm debating weather I should leave my naturally curly brown with a few blonde streaks down or tie it in a bun, hmmm.
Whatever, bun it is ! Tying my bun with one hand and the other searching my drawers for my mascara I brush three swipes per eye, plaster some lip gloss on, grab my bag and jog downstairs.

"Hey Honey, I was beginning to wonder what took so long.. " My mom said shooting me a pointed glare. Oh shit, I forgot my room is still a mess.

"Uh yeah mom, don't worry when I come back I'll clean up my room "

"Linds, it's your first day today, don't you want to wear something more, flattering?" Yeah I am so not up for one of mom's cliche talks about being more girly right now.

I pop in a bunch of veggies and pour my almond milk in the blender to make my favorite smoothie. Pouring it into my flask I take off.

"Bye mom I'll see you when I get back love you" I said giving my mom a peck on the cheek.

"Oh I almost forgot to tell you, I'm having a meeting with my employees today so I wont be here when you get back. Look into possible open residence rooms honey let me know how the commute goes. I'll call you to make sure you get back safely, love you." My mom yelled after me while I was by the door picking which shoes to wear. Of course she won't be home.

"Alright. " I said out to her.

Picking shoes wasn't hard, I bent down to pick up my handy Nike roshes, basic I know, but it's so lightweight and super comfortable. I take out my phone and make my way out the door with 5 minutes to spare before the bus arrives. I do a light jog to the stop and wait for it to come. It's great I have a shuttle bus that's not too far from my house, it drives me straight to campus for free!

"Here goes nothing" I quietly say to myself as the doors open.

"Good Morning" I say to the elderly bus driver.

"Morning hun" She says to me. Is it just me or getting called endearing terms from the elderly one of the most heart warming moments?

I smile at her and walk down the aisle, barley able to hold back my instinct to eye roll at the staring guys and glaring girls. The last thing I need is some stupid drama this is not high school. And to my dismay, all the seats are taken, great.

I head to the back of the bus still feeling all eyes on me and find an empty seat next to a guy at the back of the bus.

The boy has his head down and airpods in, the universal body language for 'don't talk to me'. But too bad for him, I'd like the seat his bag is currently occupying which, correct me if I'm wrong, does not account for a human.

"Umm" I say as I gently poke him on the shoulder.

He shifts a bit, still resisting to pay attention to me. But it's easy to tell that he's awake.

"Helloo.. " I say to him shaking his shoulder lightly. He still doesn't look at me, his long legs firmly put on the ground and arms crossed around his chest, blocking my way to the window seat next to him, he grabs his bag and puts it on the floor. So is this supposed to be a invite for me to squeeze my way into the seat?
Potentially a free lap dance?
I'd at least like a name first.

Do I get any response from this guy? No. Why? Well I don't mean to judge but my asshole senses are tingling.

The bus driver slams the breaks hard as we come to a red light, I lost my balance nearly falling over right onto the dude until I strained myself by grasping the edge of the seat.

"Oufff" I say to myself as I straighten up again.
"Okay Linds, this bus ride is nothing, you ran track for years you can stand till a different seat is empty" I convince myself.

I look down at the guy and give him the finger as I am about to turn so I can grip onto the handle for those standing, though he didn't see me, give him the finger is mentally satisfying.
Before I reach out to grab the handle the bus driver presses the gas instantly sending me flat on this jerks lap. That gets his attention, he doesn't show any kind of surprise in his expression, with his piercing green eyes, instead he looks almost amused as he circles his arms around my waist and crashing our chests together I yelp and grab his shoulders. Before I could say or do anything he grips harder onto my waist lifting me onto the empty seat next to him. I land with a slight thump to my ass.

"Ow" I say to myself patting my butt.

"Girls, always somehow find a way to get what they want." He scoffs to me with a cocky smile that made me want to slap him.

"Actually I was going to stan-" I start but he rudely puts his airpod in again and taps it twice, signaling to me that he does not care to listen to what I have to say.

I scoff and tap him once more on his shoulder my stubborn ass demanding the last word yet again. When he looks at me I point my finger at him to say 'wait' acting as if I have something important to say and put my finger into my chest area of my sweater pulling out the middle finger at him.
He laughs and points at his nonexistent watch 'Time and place?' he mouths. I rolls my eyes and smirk right before putting in my own airpods and tap it twice, throwing his actions right back at him; with that I start off my day cancelling out all others as I blast Drake.