Jealous 2: Dreamland {COMPLETED}

1. Introductions

Beyonce's POV
1 Year Out of Coma

I ignored the water droplets on my phone as I pulled up the bus tracker that picked me up from my dorm to take me to work. To say life has been stagnant is an understatement. I just have not had the inspiration to do anything extra. I'm barely having the motivation to go to school.

The only reason my assignments get turned in is because Kelly and Michelle stay on my neck. As fucked up as faith may have, the only things that were consistent with reality from that 'Dreamland' as I like to call it, was that, Kelly, Robyn, Michelle, and I did reunite as friends in high school. And just my luck Megan wasn't a rapper or a beginning rapper either so there was no chance she even existed not to mention she didn't go to our school.

I am currently 20 years old. 20 years old, with no real social life, no romantic life, and barely any will to live.

Hearing the engine of the bus slowly quiet down since it was stopping at the bus stop near where I was standing, I stuffed my phone into my purse and grabbed out my wallet. As I walked to the bus entrance, I looked at the 4 numbers above the doors '2022'. I knew I would be seeing one of the few people in my life who ever pointed out my mood and not in a teasing or judgemental manner.

I stepped on the bus, pulled my bus card out of my wallet, and slid it through the reader. Hearing the routine 'please show ID' from the little robot. I looked up at the driver and per usual, it was the lady who never failed to say something nice to me.

Upon making eye contact with her, she flashed me a bright smile. "Hold your head up, pretty girl. You have so much to live for even if some days it doesn't seem like it."

A small smile graced my face. I liked hearing the affirmations from the bus driver roll off her tongue. She was beautiful. She was a pretty light-skinned girl, very short, but very curvaceous. She almost looked otherworldly. Clear skin, slanted mystical-looking eyes. If I ever get over Megan and find out the bus driver is single, I'd say something to her.

I've never had the balls to say something back to her even as bad as I wanted to just say thank you, it's like my mouth wouldn't let me. Nonetheless, she never took offense to it, at least that's what I think, she's never said or done anything to make me think otherwise.

I smile and nod back heading to my normal seat near the front of the bus in the front-facing seats. I like sitting up here because I can lean my head on the window without the stop bell cord being right next to my face and me accidentally pulling it with my head. It's an hour's ride to my job so I get kind of sleepy.

I popped in my headphones and turned on some A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie. I found myself liking his music recently. Solange put me on and I've had him on repeat ever since.

Twenty minutes into the drive and about nine stops later I felt eyes on me, I looked around and examined my surroundings. No one in the seats next to me, no one in front of me just one passenger in the seats behind me but he wasn't looking at me. Something in me told me to look at the front of the bus and when I did I noticed the driver constantly looking at me in the mirror as we sat at a red light.

Under her gaze I felt so small, making me shift in my seat. She couldn't be looking at me. It must be the lady sitting behind me...yeah. Off and on for the next thirty minutes, I would catch her looking at me and looking away when I noticed. I made a mental note of that the whole ride.

Less than ten minutes later we pulled up at the stop in front of my job-a small cafe called Lazy Susan's-and I grabbed my purse walking to the front of the bus to get off. I'm gonna be brave today. "Thank you, have a good day," I said looking at her then quickly shuffling off the bus before she could respond.