chapter 8: the bus of doom and hot guys named Mike

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"I love you darling"?? What was that supposed to mean?? Was she gonna keep us?? Was she gonna last a whole school year and then give us up??? I tried not to think about it as I climbed up the steps. I sat in the first seat behind the driver and took one of my new books I brought out of my backpack. I started reading The Maze Runner, which immediately intrigued me. I looked up for a split second and noticed we were at the second stop. As I watched the other flood of people get on, I hoped no one sat next to me. Luckily, the closest person to me was in the sear directly across the isle from me. And he was kinda cute. He saw me looking and spoke, his voice like an angel's, "is there something wrong, love??" "Oh umm, no. Sorry..."
"Aww, don't be sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Anyways, my name is Mike. What's yours?" I was reading again so I didn't hear the question. When I heard him stop talking I instinctively looked up. "Huh?" Then I remembered: "oh! My name!! Its Cassie." "A pretty name for a pretty girl. I haven't seen you around the school before. Are you new??" "Yeah. I can't wait to be a sophomore." "Oh really? You're tenth? Nice, me too. We're almost at Quincy. I suggest getting your nose outa that book." Man! I'd barely read anything. "Thanks Mike. I hope I see you around," I said as the big yellow vehicle came to a slow stop in front of the building. I took a deal breath as I stepped off the bus and walked toward the back door of the school. I really had hope that it would be a good day.

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