This had to be the most uncomfortable bus ride Des had ever taken. She and the tattooed stranger hadn't even shared a glance since he flashed his gold at her when he sat down next to her. She tried not to think of the fact that they were in an empty bus, besides the elderly lady at the front, and this man chose to sit beside her..right beside her.
What did he want? Who was he? He's kinda cute though. "Ew shut up Destiny!" She thought to herself.
She saw the street sign that was her destination approaching so she pulled the string. The bus stopped and Des quickly grabbed her bag and began the what seemed long walk to the outside of the bus. She could hear the strangers footsteps following her. "This was his stop too? Or is he really just stalking me?"
Des was starting to get nervous, it she held her head high and walked, the stranger keeping a safe distance behind her.
Relief swept over her when she saw the realtor leaned up against her car waiting for Des to arrive.
Des's relief was immediately gone when she saw the stranger go into the house across the street.
"Oh great, looks like I've already met the neighbor".
She shook the entire experience off and put on her best smile. "Hi, I'm Destiny Thurston. I'm here to see the house?"
The realtor was a cold middle aged women who obviously was tired of selling crappy houses to broke people. "Cmon, I'll show you the house." Des nodded and followed the clacking on the realtor's heals into a small cute, One bedroom one bath house. "laundry room, kitchen, living room, bathroom, no basement, trash pickup on Monday, $850 a month, $1000 down today, ya want or no?" The realtor was extremely rushed and obviously did not want to be there.
Des remained polite and pulled $1000 from her pocket, "I'll take it".
"Fine, sign here"
"Destiny Renae Thurston"
"It's yours, enjoy"the realtor rolled her eyes and clacked her way out.
Des sighed and dropped her duffel bag on the hardwood floor. She was happy to be starting over, but the yawns were coming and so was the end of the pills in her boot. Her mind immediately went to the stranger next door.
This was going to be harder than she thought...
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Gambling with My Fuckin Life
FanfictionDrugs, depression, suicide, gangs and actively running away from her life, that's the only thing Des ever cared about. Making one last attempt she runs to New Orleans only to get caught up deeper when she meets two cousins who like riding the line b...
