After groaning and dreading my entire weekend, I finally got to Monday morning. I'm finally going to my dream college. But I'm dreading it so badly.
I quickly rushed to get dressed and eat. I ran to the bus stop and got on the leaving bus. Thank god!
I plug in my earphones and blast fifteen by Taylor Swift into my ears.
'Cause when you're fifteen, and somebody tells you they live you, you gotta believe themm...
The bus jerks and I take a step forward before falling off balance backwards. Damn.
I fall and brace myself for the love given to me by the floor but it never came. Instead, a washboard torso comes into contact with my bag and strong arm hugs my tummy.
"Woah... Seraph. Slow there..."A masculine voice said. It was so faint I barely heard it. Blasting third volume music is already killing my ears. These damn sensitive ears.
I slowly get up and regain my composure as I turn around to face my saviour.
A small smirk greeted me together with a dark green beanie. A pair of familiar hazel eyes that penertrated straight into my soul. The features of this saviour stood out and alarm bells rang in my head. He was so cutee!
"Good sir, to whom to I owe my thanks to?" I gave him a posh British accent and smiled at him sheepishly.
"Well, I do believe we've met and I prefer you in lingerie. I must say. I love that arse anywhere though." He whispered the words into my ears, removing the earphones.
My eyes widened as I turned to see him wink at me and get down the bus. My cheeks turned a light scarlet as I remember our exchange over the party and the aftermath. It was the reason I was dreading school.
I groaned internally and got down the bus. Whatever did Seraph mean or refer to anyway...
