the Distance <Remake>

chapter 10: Thoughts

The bus-driver began making the trip to the airport so my squad would catch the plane. Me and Greg sat silently through the ride as usual; We refused to speak to each-other in the same confined breathing space we were forced to be in. I decided to open my bag and take out my notebook, collecting my thoughts in hope I make it through this bus-ride. It would last for an hour, so I figured.. who would it hurt, right? I opened up my notebook as Greg took a glance over at me, driven by curiosity. While as I, felt invasion of personal space. Uncomfortable,  I confronted him.

"May I help you?"

"I was just curious with what you write in there"

Unbelievable, he had the audacity.

"None of your concern, that's for sure"

"Chill wolfie, I was just curious"

Greg winked at me with a slight smirk forming at the end of his lip. Ooo, I just couldn't stand him at all. He knew how to provoke me and shade what I was, but it's not like anyone understood the expression; people just seemed to clutch to the fact that this was my nickname now.

"You like me, Ruby"

As a shy smile formed upon those incredibly tempting lips. I shook off the thought and challenged him.

"No, actually, all on the contrary, I absolutely loathe and despise your existence"

"You don't mean that"

"Actually I do, I pity the day I actually met you and I much rather roll around in my grave laughing at what you think exists between us"

"Take it back, you dont really mean that!"

"You know what, I do and this discussion is beyond over, now let me write in peace before I make you swallow your words of believing something exists with us"

Greg turned away, seeming unfazed at by what I had said, I knew he was just hiding what he felt, but I didn't care. My intention was to either make him hate me and immediatley deteriorate those feelings he believes exist between us. Which seemed to have worked in my favor, because no way in hell was I about to let both of our reputations burn to the ground: due to misled misconceptions from these soon to be privates, which will also be my fellow comrades. With my mind at ease, I turn my undivided attention to my notebook, knowing what I was about to write.

Entry:137
Here I am, on a bus sitting next to an idiot, which by the way is the handsomest man I had ever met. His green eyes observing me, with that uniform tucked into his pants neatly, he was fairly built and I knew that for sure. I could only imagine what he looks like when flexing. However, it's complicated as it is. I'm trying to avoid slander from my other comrades, including what could be said about him in his current position in the military. An officer and a private just can't be together and it shows. Though I wish it were the case, I can't be seen getting too comfortable with him, showing the world that I'm uninterested is the only way to guard this man's reputation, including.. my own. The idea of an officer and a private being together would not only be ludicrous to the military, but also a major offense to their guidelines, especially in basic training. Hopefully this made it clear to him that he should search for someone better, and not me.
Signing off
-now Private Mika

I guess I should explain myself on why I prefer to call myself Mika. Simply because I don't know a damn thing about these people, so why should they immediatley receive the privilege of calling me by my real name? I'm more of a private person anyway, which is ironic because privates are called privates for a reason.. therefore I have no time to be getting in my feelings, I'm here to do one job now: graduate bootcamp, becoming the best marine ever. Friendship was not in my agenda, and my number one rule I simply cannot break. It'd be like reckoning with the forces of nature and the balance of the universe. I simply was just made to be an antisocial person and that's how it's going to stay.