Chaos & No Sleep Gang

Ch 1

Cora's pov

"Ari you're a menace to my happiness." My friend laughs at me and steps on the poor little guy finally finishing him off.

"I hate flies." Is all she has to say.

"And I hate you sometimes like at this moment, does that mean I should pluck your wings off, step on your face and then finally finish you off." She pretend fans her face at that and I lightly push her.

"Yeah downgrade me while you're at it, thanks mommy you make my mommy issues happy." I roll my eyes at the face she made and only after do I process what she said.

"You're the mom here." How else do answer to that?

"ILL BE SUCH A HOT MILF!" Ari exclaims and I giggle which gets interrupted when she's suddenly pulling me wherever she's planning to go.

"I remembered I had plans with some people in like about half an hour, are you coming over or going home?" By 'plans' I'm sure she means playing osu, valo or both so I laugh at that.

"Yeah no it's alright you have fun, if they bully you, tell them I agree with them completely."

"Shut up you hoe you're the one with the higher rank and osu seeps from your blood." She flicks me off while getting into her cherry Chevy.

I blow her a kiss and make my way to the nearest bus stop. Gosh I love busses, looking at people and creating their life stories in my head with music blasting through my knotted headphones is honestly the highlight of my whole life.

Taking my phone out of my pocket for the fourth time checking how much longer I have to wait, leaves my hands in a shade of blue mixed with purple and red, ah yes hyperthermia.

Finally a bus comes over and I hop into it but the driver barely lets me on before he starts driving so I wobbly make my way to the closest seat. When I finally sit down my eyes lay on the driver, a guy possibly in his early 20's with a a hint of annoyance in his eyes. Looks like someone who would blow up whatever he's thinking if nearly anyone just asks.

"Sir, can you turn on radio?" A lady few rows away from me asks and the bus driver laughs in pure annoyance before putting the radio on mumbling about something I couldn't hear.

I smile at a guy who looks maybe in his 50's when he stares at me before getting up and approaching me, that's when I got a strong whiff of alcohol. He keeps looking in my eyes but I look down, since I'm unable holding eye contact for longer than a second with anyone.

"Hey you look like this one hooker I saw today do you take off hours sessions?" I notice my hands getting shaky. Am I supposed to answer? My train of thought is interrupted when he puts a hand on my thigh and I quickly move away a little bit he just chuckles and gets closer.

"Get the hell out." The guy and I turn our heads to the bud driver who has pure hatred written all over his face. The guy thankfully doesn't add more to the scene and just gets off with the lady who wanted the radio on also getting off, hopefully this is where he planned stopping, now I feel bad. Should I apologize? What if he's just having a rough day and touch is his love language or something, right? I convince myself enough and quickly walk towards the doors before they close.

"Miss, are you sure you need to get off right now? This is the last stop and my shift is about to end in 15 minutes I can just wait until that creepy fuck completely disappears from my view and you can go then?" The bus driver asks and that's when I notice how low his voice is.

"Um it's oka-"

"Hey you're shaking, just stay. Are you cold, hot, music on or off?" Oh gosh I'm being interrogated.