Snapshots of Desire ✔ [Completed]

Bus Ride

Summary : Shreya jumped as warm hands parted her thighs. She stared down in horror at her ex boyfriend Daya. Instantly she knew this was going to be the longest bus ride of her life.
 
**Plot Suggested By AngellicSoul**

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Shreya gasped as the bus bounced up and down speeding over a speed bump. She didn’t have her license yet, but she was pretty sure a driver wasn’t suppose to speed over those things. She was on a field trip to a museum in the city. All her classmates were offered to come, but only a few went. Purvi would have came but she have a game to go to, and museum’s weren’t really her thing to begin with.

Looking back Shreya continued on her rough draft she was preparing. After the field trip she would have to go to work and she knew there wouldn’t be time to finish it. Setting her book into her lap she bit her lip. Usually Daya would have came to the field trip, but they were avoiding each other. After all she had broken things off with him only a few weeks ago. But that didn’t stop her determined boyfriend-ex boyfriend. Daya kept calling her , texting her, leaving her voice mails, and even stalking her around waiting for an opportunity to trap her. He wanted answers. She knew that.

They had been dating for four years, and without warning she had sent him a text message. Brief and to the point.

Its over.

Shreya regretted it so much. Clutching the pencil to her she squeezed her eyes shut, she missed him dearly. His eyes, his touch, his smell, his warmth, his hug, his kisses, and oh god...the sex. She missed the sex so much and knew no one could replace him. Her sex life was going to spiral downward now that they were threw. Daya was hurt she knew that. He had threatened her in school via text message. He threatened that if she didn’t tell him the real reason they broke up she was going to regret it.

But it was his fault for their break up. Daya was a good boyfriend - no a GREAT boyfriend. He always bought her nice things, took her out, kissed her, lavished her with great attention. And she the same. They were voted best couple in the year book three times. Their bond was strong, but he was going away to college...and she wasn’t. She had another year to go. And she couldn’t bare to hold him back from his studies while he was away. School was serious. That’s why she had broken it off to give him time to recover and move on. But it wasn’t working because at every turn he would keep coming back demanding she explain herself. Trapping her between walls in school, and locking her in abandon classrooms where they would usually have a quickie. Even looming over her at work, and home. But everytime she would give a hasty excuse and leave.

It was getting harder day by day to avoid him. Sooner or later he would get her. Literally. Get her. As in fucking her until she tell him what he wanted to hear. And with his stamina and determination he could do it.

The bus rumbled to a stop and the student leapt up stretching and yawning. Grabbing their things and walking off. Preparing to grab her things as well she let out a loud yelp that was covered by a warm hand. Her upper body was forced to dunk low as she wiggled frantically trying to get the stronger person to release her. Tears brimmed her eyes as the bus driver and the last of the students walked off the bus and the doors closed.

The hands released her and she turned to the stranger ready to scream but a surprised gasp tore through her. Sitting next to her was her ex...Her popular playboy, soccer player ex. Daya stared at beneath long lashes. "Daya...I uhh I didn’t know you’re on the trip?" She laughed nervously at the glare he was sending her. He answered though his voice calm, cool, and collected. "I’m not." She fidgeted. "Oh...well I have to go catch up with the-"

"You aren’t going anywhere until you tell me why you broke up with me." His voice was stern now, "You owe me that much Shreya."

After their break up she avoided him. Ignored his messages, and calls. And even took different routes to schools. It pissed him off that wouldn’t speak to him. She backed up to the window clutching her book to her chest. "Mr.Shetty.....I told you. I just don’t think things working out with us-"He snorted. "Cut the bullshit Shreya. And I told you to call me by my first name didn’t I?" She fumbled, stuttering now. "Look if you don’t care about me anymore, just say it and I will leave you alone." He said. "I just feel like you do still and your trying to hide something from me. We can work through it... Just like we always do Shrey." He finished tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear gently.