"Lissa!!!" My brother called from the door. I threw a pillow at him and he laughed. "Missed me missed me now you gotta kiss me!!"
"Moms the only girl you'll ever get a kiss from." I yelled into another pillow.
"Lissa!!" He whined. "Your gonna miss the bus in five minutes!!"
Shoot!!
I threw my blankets off and grabbed my shirt I layed out the night before, I grabbed a pair of jeans that hugged my butt and thighs in a good way and slipped on a pair of combat boots. I grabbed my bag, my phone and my wallet before grabbing my comb and running down the steps. I ran out the door, my hair a mess still but that was quickly fixed as I put my comb in my bag, after grabbing the blond strands off of it.
The bus showed up about two minutes later and I got on. I sat in the back, throwing my bag into my seat before sliding in and turning up my phone, it was playing music into my earbuds so I put thoes in and put my knees on the back of the leather seats. I grabbed a stick of gum and popped it into my mouth, blowing an acasional bubble just to piss people off. I was what people called "loner". I was always alone. On the bus, in class. I always was.
Now don't get me wrong, I love people! I do! I just hate people. I have never dated, never "fallen in love", never been asked to a dance. Simply because people don't know me. They are scared of what they don't know, and I'm okay with being in that cadigory. It doesn't bug me, I don't mind it much. We have a nice thing going... Until today.
----- one hour later -------
I was sitting in the back, earbuds in, I was in my zone. Now my teachers didn't mind because I always knew what to do and got my work done correctly. I was doing fine. Looking at my paper I started solving the calculus problem on the page.
Tap tap tap!
I looked up and was met with gorgous green eyes, a perfect smile, and soft, pink, delicate lips less than an inch from my face. I let out a scream of fright and managed to fall out of my seat and on my face. I pulled out an earbud and looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Can I help you?"
He snickered and offered his hand. "I was going to ask if I could sit next to you."
I took his hand and he pulled me up, bringing me closer to his body then I would have liked and I took a step back.
"Yeah, you can." I said. "People will give you funny looks though."
"Why?"
"Cuz, I'm an anti social freak." I chucked and sat back down, putting in my headphones and jamming out to some Maroon 5. My pencil was tapping the air and I was solving parts to some of the multiplication involved. I looked over, feeling eyes on me to find him staring at me.
I pulled out an earbud. "Yes?"
"N-nothing." He stammered. "Just curious how you got to calculus in your first year of high school."
"Excelled." I said shortly.
He nodded and I looked at my work again. He was staring at me again. I could feel it.
The bell rang and I grabbed my bag, textbooks, and homework before walking away. I heard footsteps behind me and looked back. It was the boy. I kept walking and felt his hand touch my shoulder.
"Hey! I wanted to ask you something!" He said, out of breath with a frantic look.
"Yeah?"
"What's your name, will you go out with me, and..." He gasped. "Can you give me your number?"
I looked at him blankly. "Lisabeth, or Lissa, no, and no."
I walked off and didn't see him for the rest of the day. Or I hoped.
