Route 49 -cth-

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My aunt dragged my to her office and yelled at me in front of all of her work colleagues telling me that she'd received a phone call from the school asking if I was sick because I hadn't been going to school and then when we got home my uncle decided that my aunts rant wasn't good enough so he had to continue it but by this stage if learnt how to zone out completely.

I went up to my room and reached into my pocket for my iPod but found that my pockets were empty. I nervously turned my bag upside down and searched frantically through the contents of the bag on the floor but couldn't find it.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck" I shouted.

My prized possession. How could I be so stupid to loose it.

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The next day my aunt insisted that she drove me to school despite my arguing. School was torture, as I hadn't been going I had no idea what was going on.

I didn't have any friends in school and I wished that I could blame that on not going but that wasn't the reason. I found myself longing stupidly for Calum, I bet he hated me after I ran from him yesterday after I snapped at him when he'd done nothing wrong.

Without my music I had nothing to distract me from my whirling thoughts. I wish o didn't have so many thoughts but as soon as I had nothing to distract myself every little thought became a massive thing. I hated it. I just wanted to escape my thoughts.

My aunt spent the next week dropping me off and picking me up from school until my anxiety got the better of me and I got sick. I'd never been so thankful to vomit in my entire life. I got to stay home alone as both my aunt and uncle had jobs during the day.

I settled into my cocoon of my duvet to watch my third film of the day when there was a sudden knocking on the front door. I felt nervous of who it was, I couldn't see clear enough through the window to guess who it was so I didn't answer.

Before they left the visitor placed something on the floor. I waited impatiently for them to leave before opening the door.

There it was. A little note stuck to it, written in scruffy writing. My iPod.

'Lexie,
well I hope this is the right Lexie that I've been looking for. I've already been to two others with your exact name in this area.

You left this on the bus when you got off the other day, I took the liberty of adding some of my favourite music on it for you.

Hope to see you around some time soon,
Calum.

My heart fluttered slightly at the thought of him trying to find me to give me my iPod back. I couldn't thank him enough, I couldn't think of a way to show him my gratitude or of a place where I would see him again.

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The next day after my aunt left I got ready and ran for the bus stop. The route 49 bus pulled up and I jumped on and there he was. But this time the seat beside him was not empty, it was taken by a blonde haired girl.

My heart sank a little and I hid my face pulling my hood over my head taking the closest seat to the front of the bus. I could hear the girl obnoxiously laughing and I decided that I already hated her. I didn't have to get to know her to know that I hated her.

I didn't wait on the bus for the full journey like I usually did I got off at the next stop "Lexie?" Calum's voice called I turned to him and he was standing up, the blondes eyes flickering between Calum and I.

I looked away from his eyes.

"Who's she?" The blondes voice asked angrily.

"No one" He replied.

I spent the rest of the day crying stupidly over a boy that I'd meant nothing to. How could I expect anything from him, we'd only met just a couple of weeks ago but I thought maybe he was what I'd been looking for.

Clearly not.

To think I'd actually felt bad about leaving him on the bus thinking that he'd actually missed me.

I tried to remember him telling me that he had a girlfriend but he'd never said anything.

I shouldn't be so worked up over some guy I'd met only a handful of times but sometimes you fall slowly and sometimes you fall all at once. Calum had taken the fast track into my heart and in quick succession, without realising, he'd broken it into little pieces.