The Boy I Met On The Bus

Chapter One: Of terrible mothers, amber eyes and an awfully cold bus

You'd think after a week of public transportation I'd be used to it by now. I'm not.
Now don't go on and think I'm a spoilt little rich girl who would rather be wearing last months Jimmy Choo strappy heels than taking the bus. I'm not. I just have been living a very sheltered and comfortable life for the past seventeen years thank you very much.
I mentally curse my mother for deciding that she simply must take a simply class around the same time slot she is required to pick me up and drop me off from dance. I adjusted the strap of my white leather dance bag upon my shoulder.
Gawwd I hated everything and gawwd I hated this cold.
A shiver shocked up my spine and I again checked my phone for the time.
Wonderful. Ten past three.
I had approximately fifty minutes before my rehearsal started and the bus ride was about thirty five minutes long.
Many wondered why i chose to dance such a long distance from home. What with the twenty minute walk to the bus stop and the more than half an hour bus ride? Even to me it sounds ridiculous but I don't think I will ever get the amount of opportunities that can come out of dancing at Lulu Centre for Dance dancing somewhere else.
The number thirteen bus decides to roll around the corner at that moment. As i step into the bus and swipe my pass on the electronic reader I had to mentally kick myself to avoid rolling my eyes in annoyance at the tired looking driver. He totally noticed.
"Bad day?" He asks with sympathy etched on his wrinkled face.
"You have no idea"
It was that moment that I was overcome with the sheer temperature of the inside of the bus. It was freezing. I walk down the aisle past a high looking guy with bubblegum pink hair and take a seat behind a teenage boy looking person in a navy blue pullover hoodie.
Damn it was cold!
I looked up to be blasted with more cold air coming from the vent above my seat. I though about moving but a quick look around told me that there was a vent above every seat.
Figures.
My eyes flicked towards the guy in front of me with the hoodie. Was I really that desperate? It was an over half an hour ride that I was probably about 2 minutes into. I decided I was.
"Hi" I leaned over the seat to talk to him.
Amber eyes slid in my direction and a dark eyebrow raised in question.