UNFINISHED STORIES.

in love with a crime

"First day of school, you ready?" The parent said, seeing their son walk down the stairs and into the living room. "No. I don't wanna go-" The teenager groaned, throwing his head back. 

"Yes, you do. You should be excited! Your the new kid, and the new kid always gets the most bitches." They replied to the boy, earning an annoyed grumble from him. "Seriously, Dama?" He said.

"C'mon, you know it's true. Remember when I told you about when I was the new kid?"

"Before you dropped out? Yeah. It's literally how I came into this world." The teenager chuckled. "Yep, do not regret a thing gettin' that girl pregnant just for her to forever hate me now."

"I still can't believe I'm related to you."

"I know right, now go! Your gonna be late! Unless you want me to drive you to school, go catch the bus!" 

The teenager panicked a bit, not wanting to be dropped off by his Dama. He nodded quickly, grabbing his bag from the floor, and rushing out the door, quickly yelling ' bye!'  to his Dama. He didn't even breakfast, but that was okay. He never did. 

He started speed walking to the bus stop, hoping he didn't miss the bus. He really did not want to get a ride from Dama, that would be very,  very  embarrassing. Knowing how they can be, he'll be dropped off at the school while his Dama drives away blasting  Queen  or   Mother Mother,   yes they were great bands, with great music, but it was still embarrassing; Especially as the new kid.

He kept walking and saw the school bus not too far away, driving to its stop. The boy sighed in relief, glad he didn't miss it. He sped up a bit, making it to the curb where the bus was about to stop. He stood silently, watching as the bus pulled over and the doors opened. 

Here goes nothing.

He stepped onto the bus, clutching the handles of his bag tightly. The bus driver stopped him for a moment, "Arson Smith?" The driver asked; the boy nodded. "Yep, that's me." He replied.

"Alright, sit wherever." The driver told him. The teenager nodded and started walking down the bus aisle, ignoring the many looks he was getting from other people who were already on the bus. He tried to ignore their whispers as well, most of them sounding like  'Who is that?' , he hated this already. 

He managed to find a seat all the way in the back of the bus, and exhaled quietly as he sat down, leaning his head against the window. The bus wasn't moving yet though, maybe someone else was getting on? Yeah probably.

He started to think about how horribly this day would go. He can hear the teasing already. For many things, his name is the biggest thing someone could bully him for. I mean, he was named after a crime. Something people go to jail for, like... dear god. He wonders what went through his Dama's head when naming him. 

He must have zoned out, because now someone was sitting in the seat next to him and the bus was moving. 

I want to go home. 

He was about to disappear into his thoughts before feeling a tap on his shoulder. He perked a bit and look at the person who tapped his shoulder. Oh, it was the person sitting by him. 

"Hm?" He asked softly, already not liking the interaction. 

The person looked oddly embarrassed to be talking to him, "Are you uhm... new?" they asked, messing with the hem of their shirt. "I don't remember ever seeing you here-"

"Yes, I'm new." He replied, cutting them off. They went silent for a moment, before letting out a soft giggle. "Well, I'm Y/N. I noticed we have the same bus stop... so I'm guessing you live somewhere around Gregory Street?"