Oleanders Are Supposed To Bloom In Summer

2.1. hey again

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Hey again

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Tw: anxiety attack

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Sarin scrambled onto the bus, looking like an absolute mess. She had woken up half an hour late and had just barely managed to look somewhat presentable before the bus came.

As Sarin walked down the rows of seats, she was relieved to find hers empty. It was the only relief to come, because the sky was dark with fortold rain. The uncomfortable gray seat felt a horrible familiar. She would miss sleeping in and doing the work the teachers emailed her in the afternoon all to much. The past two weeks she had also been streaming every day, although not telling her fans why. Quite a few suspected that her nature to fight and hating her classmates had not ended well, resulting in a suspension. Sarin ignored those chats. There weren't many, luckily.

The bus doors opened again, but Sarin payed whoever was getting on no mind, until he sat down next to her with a shocked expression. Mark was here.

Sarin continued to stare out the window, but now her mind was racing with anxiety. She had told herself she would start talking to him again, and she had no logical reason not to. Except for the fact that he watched her streams. She sighed, wishing the violent storm of nerves would go away. Mark had settled down and was listening to music through his earbuds, tossing occasional glances at Sarin. She figured he wanted to talk, but didn't know how to, and Sarin didn't blame him, she had been ignoring him for the last three weeks. The past two weeks wernt exactly her fault though. Its not like she had his phone number.