Brewed to Perfection

Part 8

The bus jolted suddenly and like usual, I struggled to keep my balance. Unlike most other times, I somehow managed to stay upright, however my phone that I was holding had fallen out of my grasp.

It was probably smashed to bits. It wasn't the fanciest phone going, and to be fair it had already suffered some major falls without completely giving up on me. But the sound it made hitting the floor, made me think it would be its last.

As I reached down to grab my phone, I could see a very shiny pair of black school shoes. Expensive leather, I could tell. Mum made me watch rupaul's drag race with her since i was really young, so i could sniff a sham from a mile away.

These shoes were the real deal. Perfect. The only thing ruining them was the owner; Benjamin.

Before I could grab my now shattered phone, Benjamin whipped it up quickly from the floor. I hadn't realised he was even that close to me before my phone had even fallen.

He normally sat at the back with the other guys, fulfilling the classic high school bus cliche of the popular kids sitting near the back. My only guess was once he saw the opportunity to steal my phone, he leaped up from the back and sprinted towards me.

Either way, he got to it before me. So I was left slowly watching him bring my phone closer and closer towards me with a knowing smirk on his face.

I hated his face. It was pure evil. The only way I could describe it best, is comparing it to the sculptor who was commissioned by the church to sculpt the fallen angel Lucifer. Once the art was completed, the church rejected the sculpture as it made Lucifer too beautiful. It was wrong. A complete oxymoron.

And that was what Benjamin Lovat's face was to me. Beautiful wrapping paper hiding a lump of shit covered coal inside.

It felt wrong to admit his beauty, but it wasn't something I could dispute. It was a fact. Roses are red, violets are blue and Benjamin was blessed with superior genetics. Tall, athletic, beautiful and popular. Benjamin was my opposite in every sense of the word.

Maybe that's why he hates me.

I kept my eyes locked on my phone that was now firmly grasped in his hand.

"Looks like little storm cloud struck again" Benjamin taunted whilst tapping the back of a piece of my phone.

He had referred to me as a 'storm cloud' for as long as I could remember.

It didn't take much thinking on his part, since my last name is Storm. Dad always used to tell me I had a name actors would wish for.

Benjamin continued swinging my phone in between his thumb and index finger. Not really caring if it would slip, looking at it, i dont think dropping it again could really do anymore damage. It was a goner.

"Looks like it's time for an upgrade I guess." Benjamin stood closer and I noticed his hand rising a little and I flinched.

I don't know what I expected him to do. He had never been one to physically hurt me, but I'd never put it past him.

Benjamin let out a breath, "Don't worry little storm cloud, I don't hit animals." With that, he raised my phone and threw it full force into the ground.

Everyone around us seems oblivious to what was going on. Either students were on their phone, chatting or staring out of the windows of the bus. No one cared.

I only had that phone for six months, and Dad had taken on more clients and events to help pay for the contract because we couldn't afford to buy it outright.