Your Tears Don't Fall,They Crash Around Me

Your Tears Don't Fall,They Crash Around Me- Chapter 3

hello my few but very loved readers:))

WOW, so i'm completely retarded. i just realized i had the title of my story starting with "You're" instead of "Your" which any of you with an ounce of brain knows is completely grammatically incorrect, and it took me 3 days to realize it. AP English student my ass. lol, but i guess thats what you get for uploading a story to the internet on a whim in the middle of the night.

Does anyone even read these litttle author's notes? lol, i'll stop rambling like an idiot now. thnx for readin :DD

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Chapter 3

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                There he was, in all his cocky glory, just standing there at my bus stop with that frikin’ smug grin on his face.

                All I could do was just stare at him with my mouth a gape, not even capable of contemplating thought. No. no, no, no. This was not possible. Just a moment ago I was completely convinced that he didn’t even exist, and now he was standing right in front of me, and the first thing I thought was how beautiful he looked in the golden early morning light.

                Shut up!  I mentally scolded myself.

                “You really thought I wasn’t going to be here, didn’t you?” he said cocking his head slightly to one side, the smirk never once leaving his face.

                I was doing that stupid gaping thing I always seemed to do the first time he spoke, before I was able to get my feet on the ground. But this time, I was more used to it. Well, a little. I closed my mouth and regained my composure. Crossing my arms over my chest and sending a firm glare his way.

                “A girl can dream, can’t she?” I asked, having finally pulled myself together.

                His smirk widened as he took the two steps it takes to close the distance between us, placing us face to face, and a bit too close for comfort. I didn’t want to show fear so I didn’t step away, although there was a small part of me that wanted to pull him even closer. I wanted to punch that part.

                “I know I may seem too good to be true, but trust me,” he said leaning his face even closer to mine. “You’re not dreaming.”

Not even knowing how to respond to the obscene amounts of narcissism radiating off that comment, I just glared at him harder, my eyes narrowing, but his smirk just seemed to grow smugger. God, he must know he was the only one who could leave me speechless.

A couple seconds off hate-ridden glaring later, the bus pulled up beside us. I was so caught up in wishing I had the power to kill with my mind and wipe that smile off his face, I hadn’t even heard it approaching, which is really saying something, because the engine on that thing could blare out a fleet of eighteen wheelers.

With one final glare, I turned away from him, and stomped in the direction of the bus. I heard him chuckle behind me, which kinda made me want to scream, but then I remembered punching him in the stomach last night and felt a bit better.

I mounted the steps and gave a failed attempt at a smile to the bus driver, which she returned whole heartedly. I made my way down the aisle, past drowsy, single-seated kids, most of which were asleep, and took my normal seat on the left side of the bus, 5 seats from the back.

He sat diagonally from me, to my left in the row in front of mine. He sat sideways with his back against the window, and when he caught me looking at him he smiled smugly, so I pulled my hood up and glanced out the window.