The rest of the week went by in a blur. Victor and I hung out almost every day after school and we really got closer. Taking naps turned out to be our main thing together but I didn't mind because I love sleep and having him wake up beside me was the delicious cherry on top. My friends and I were the first ones to turn in our permission slips for the senior side. Of course, Max had to threaten us on Monday night to get the thing signed and first thing we did Tuesday morning was turn it in.
Victor turned his in on Wednesday with his friends and they were the last to make it. The senior side was completely full and Sara heard the freshman side had only about ten kids while the sophomore side had about fifteen and the juniors had about thirty-seven. Go seniors, I guess. This meant that whatever stuff of the seniors that we couldn't fit on our bus meant we took over the room on the other buses, especially the freshman bus. But I mean there was only ten kids for a whole bus, they don't need all that room.
"Camping! Camping! Camping! Camping!"
"Max, I swear to God, shut up," Sara snapped.
Ah, yes, perfect. Sara was already in a mood. Charlie was sitting next to her on the bus while Max and I shared a seat. Hector sat on the bus next to a friend he had made in one of his classes. They weren't best of friends but were friendly enough to sit next to each other on a three hours bus ride. We were here early because Max always wanted to be first to get a good seat. He had to sit on the second row on the left side of the bus by the window. It couldn't be the first row because the girls sat there since they would want to be off as soon as we get there. Hector sat next to Max and I but on the right side of the bus. No teachers ride with us because they expect the seniors to behave. It's usually the sophomores and juniors that give them a hard time so they always ride with them to calm them down.
"Don't be a grumpy grump, Sara!"
"I will literally kill you. Or how about I give Caden back your backpack? You just got your stuff on Wednesday. Do you really want me to give him your stuff?"
"Fine," he huffed and sat down with a pout.
"That's what I thought," Sara grumbled.
"Speak of the devil and he shall appear," Charlie whispered.
You could hear Victor and his friends even before they reached the bus. They were laughing and Caden playful shoved Victor who was grinning and laughing. They put their stuff in the bus compartment and Caden was the first to get on, smirking at Max, reaching over me and roughly ruffling his hair.
"Sup, Maxie!"
"Go to hell."
"Aw, just for that, this seat looks very comfortable," he said and sat right behind us.
Victor took the seat beside him and the rest of his friends filled up the bus, a couple girls that crushed on Victor sitting beside them on the right side. Caden immediately started kicking the seat and nudging it with his knee. I don't know how Max was going to last but he decided to ignore it and instead put on his earphones and leaned his head against the window. After the last fifteen students arrived we were ready to go and the bus driver began the drive. Caden stopped his bullying after another fifteen minutes thanks to Victor distracting him. Max was grateful and it visibly showed as his shoulders relaxed and he actually fell asleep. We did leave early and I was sure the girls were past out too. I was seconds from falling asleep when my phone vibrated.
From: Victor
One of our nap/cuddling sessions sounds good right about now. Caden is asleep and I think he may be close to drooling.
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On My Own Time
Teen FictionDiego Santiago was your average teenager. A loving mother, Christina. A great best friend, Max. Amazing and beautiful friends, Sara and Charlie. Of course, a high school crush that everyone has. And more importantly, he was a nobody at school w...