Maybe Not

Chapter One

Chapter One

You know that sixth sense some people have? Well right now mines working because I feel a pair of eyes boring into my back. I wanted so desperately to look back and see just who those pair of eyes belonged to, but I didn't. I'm not the type of person to make things like that obvious. I strongly prefer keeping to myself and minding my own business. That way, no one could blame me for anything that went wrong.

The staring didn't let up and it was almost the end of class. I shuffled around nervously and sighed. Just as I slid my bag onto my shoulders, the bell rang and I was more than delighted to get out of there. The day was half way over when the most embarrassing thing happened. I was walking out of the bathrooms, during class changes, when some girl walked right into me, dumping her drink on my plain white shirt, the worst part was the shirt was see through and I didn't bother to wear a tank top underneath. My bright blue cheetah print bra stuck out like a sore thumb as I scurried to the Youth Service Center. The sound of laughter never faded and I soon became the girl known as "Cheetah Cups".

To make the end of my day even worse, someone was staring at me again while I was waiting to get on the bus.. I mean seriously, whoever it was they have some major staring problems and it was actually starting to piss me off. You know that whole "If you can say something nice then don't say it at all" crap? Well that was one of those moments. Like I really wanted to say something rude but I just bit my tongue and boarded the bus along with all of the creepy losers that I rode with.

It may sound harsh but damn, if you were me you'd totally understand. I know it sounds like I'm one of those stuck up cheerleaders that wear way too much makeup and not enough clothes, but I'm serious here.. A bunch of pot heads and meth kids ride my bus, I'm the only one who is as close to normal as it gets. In the front of the bus you've got those little annoying brats that are always too energetic, the middle consists of those kids that are okay people but don't talk much (that's where I sit), and last but defiantly not least you've got the back of the bus with those teens who keeps their music too loud and the wild party animals that get written up for God knows what.

We were still sitting at the old elementary school I used to attend when I got a sudden tap on the shoulder. I craned my neck to the left and pulled out one of my ear buds. "What?" It honestly came out rude but oh well, too late now. "Uh, can I sit with you?" This boy, I don't know who the hell he was, never seen the kid in my life and here he is asking if he can sit in my seat and invade my personal space. I looked around frantically and noticed the seats were so full except for mine and a few others. Oh shit, I'm screwed. I honestly couldn't help but think that in my mind as I reluctantly moved my backpack into my lap.

The strange boy stood there dumbfounded and I sighed."Are you gonna sit down or stare at me like I'm the worlds most interesting thing ever?" He raised his eyebrows and sat down beside me. "You don't have to be so rude about it." he stated matter-of-factly. "And you sure as hell didn't have to sit with me did you?" I know most of the seats were full but seriously, why couldn't he sit in the back with the stoners?

I scooted as close to the window as I could, feeling violated to the extreme. My music began to play and the soothing beat made me look out in a daze, watching as we left the school. It wasn't long after that I felt another tap, this time on my thigh. "Excuse you?" I say pausing my music once again as I squirmed uncomfortably. The strangers face twisted in surprise. "Uh, I'm Dallas." He says sticking his hand out. I didn't dare move to shake it, but instead, just stared as if it was infectious. Dallas looked at me and placed his hand on his leg, which was bouncing almost out of habit.

He continued to stare and I had finally had it with this kid. "Oh my god, can you not stare? I hate that, just fucking stop it or I'll dig out your eyeballs with a damn spoon." His eyes widened in horror as the words flowed. I mean I kind of felt bad for him, for all I knew it was his first day. But that really didn't stop me from giving him the meanest look I could muster. He sighs and flips his dark brown hair to the left (kind of like those emo dudes that wear guy-liner and have flippy hair). That's how his hair is except for the guy-liner, but don't get me wrong it was some seriously amazing hair but still. He was getting on my nerves.

I have no patience for people like him. "Can I at least get your name? I mean what could your name tell me, your life's story?" He did have a bit of a point. But me being as stubborn and hard headed as I am, I didn't say a word. The ugly dark green sweater I had on was making me feel like I was on fire, so I pushed the sleeves up to my elbows and watched as he gawked at the black ink that covered both of my wrists. "What do those stand for? At least tell me that if I can't have your name.." I sigh and trace the tattoo on my left wrist.

"This one, the birds flying away, stands for freedom, because at some point I'll be out in the real world, making my own decisions based on what I want, what I desire; however "Hope" on my right wrist means what is says.. Never lose hope because things will eventually get better. Just like there's a light at the end of every tunnel.. It just takes the right choices and people to help you find it." He looks at me fondly and smiles. "Do you have any others?" He questions. The fact that he wants to know about all of the tattoos I have gives me mixed feelings. "Oh, I'm new here, by the way." I knew it, but what the hell does that have to do with tattoos?

Before I could say anything, out of the corner of my eye I could see my house. "This is my stop, can you let me out?" He stands up quickly and I hoist my bag onto my shoulders but before I get off the bus I look back at him. "I'm Blake." I state softly. He looked surprised but then grins and laughs. I didn't have to worry about anyone hearing me talk because we were the only two left on the bus besides the driver of course, who I'm almost positive is mute.

The rest of the day was hot, I mean seriously hot. I sat in my room in front of the little cheap fan I own, and stared at the wall. Boring, I know but what the hell am I supposed to do while I sit and wait for seven o'clock to roll around so I can catch up on Bates Motel? Yeah, I could jog.. But just the thought makes me run out of breath.

Oh what the hell, jogging isn't that bad. I got up sluggishly and slipped on some spandex shorts with a matching sports bra and put my hair up in a ponytail. Maybe it wont be as bad as I thought. One can only hope though, right?

(Hey guys! This is the first story I've actually written and posted on wattpad, but I'm feeling pretty confident about it. So maybe 5+ comments and 5+ votes? That would be amazing! ~Kaylynn ♥)