Hard Heart to Crack

Chapter One. Hard Enough

Life has always sucked.
But hey!
That's FRICKIN LIFE.
Oh, who am I?
My name's Chris.
And yes, I know its a boys name, thanks for the update.
I'm 17 years old, a senior in high school. But like that really mattered, and like you really cared.
My parents were both addicts. My mom's poison was drugs, my dad's was alcohol.
I'm using past tense, because they're both dead. Been dead since I was 13, now I live with my grandmother.
My grandmother is sweet and all, but she is a tiny bit old. She turned 85 last month, but she's still kicking. Which is definitely good for me, she is the only relative I have, which means she's the only thing keeping me out of the system. I felt bad leaving her at our house alone, but I had to go to school. Today was the first day back since Spring break. When I jumped on the bus, I nodded to the driver, then I started walking to the back seat of the bus. I had been expecting it, but it still hurt. All the other kids on the bus started hollering at me, and catcalling. The kids on the end of the rows tried to grab me, but I evaded their attempts. They had done this to me, every single day since Freshman year. My whole class hated my guts, I really didn't care why. Maybe it was because of my background, or my looks. For whatever reason, they hated me. I got halfway thru the bus safely, when the hollers and catcalls suddenly started to fade. I took this opportunity to bolt to the back of the bus. I sat down, then looked up and found myself staring into a pair of electric blue eyes. The eyes belonged to a boy with blonde hair that had a streak of blue in it that matched his eyes. I immediately looked down, I could hear some of the girls breathing heavily and gasping. Some of them murmered,"oh my god".
"Mind if I sit here, sweetheart?" I looked up to find the boy still standing there. I blinked,"What?"
The boy smiled," Can. I. Sit. With. You?" He said it slowly, in a velvety voice that ran over me like water.
He didn't wait for an answer this time, he took off his back pack and sat next to me. The bus was still quiet, I tore my eyes from the boy and I looked around to find every single kid staring at the boy. The only exception being the bus driver, "You in kid?"
The boy looked up from his backpack, he smiled.
"Yeah man, let's go to school!"
As the driver pulled away from the bus stop, the kids started whispering to each other.
"Who-"
"Where is he-"
"Oh my god, he-"
The boy looked me over critically, I became acutely aware of my dark curls being barely contained by hastily positioned bobby pins. My green t shirt was started to chaff slightly showing a bit of my midriff. I pulled my shirt down, then glared at the boy whose eyes had followed my hands down. He looked back up and met my eyes, his blue ones bearing into my green eyes. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
I looked away, I had no time for boys. I felt the pressure of his eyes finally leave, I didn't turn to look at him. I didn't want to encourage him to keep looking at me. Then I realized what he had done, and I had to look at him. He smiled, " Your welcome, Sweetheart."
He turned to me, again, our eyes met.
"Thank you" I whispered.
He looked away, "We all have super powers, Sweetheart." He smirked, "Mine just happens to be being really REALLY hot."
I sat back, "I could have handled it."
"Oh I have no doubt, Sweetheart." He closed his eyes "No doubt at all.
You guys might not understand what this strange boy had done for me.
But let me tell you this, for the first time, in my 3 1\2 years of high school, I was not being hollered at or cat called.
For the first time, even if it was temporary,life was OK.