Roman Darwin Coleman.
An 18 year-old, son of a millionaire, who thought money could buy him everything. Clothes. Cars. Shoes. You name it, he had it.
But there was one thing money could not buy him.
Athena Matthews.
A girl with too many scars on...
As I stepped onto the bus, I glanced around and felt a small sense of happiness. There were only two people on the bus. I guess I had always been an introvert. The only time I ever really talked to someone, was when I needed to. And that was hardly ever.
I plopped myself at the window seat right at the back. It was peaceful, even though the engine whirred continously in my ears.
As I leaned my head on the seat, my phone buzzed in my pocket and I sighed, pulling it out.
I was wishing it wasn't Daniel, because Sundays were normally his lazy days and he was probably wondering where I was. Not that he cared, but because he usually took his anger out by hurting me.
Every punch, kick, slap I had endured was only temporary. I was making sure my grades were consistent. And at this rate, I would be off to University in no time...
My phone lit up. It was a text from an unknown number.
Where are you going?
I raised an eyebrow. Was this a prank?
I quickly deleted the message and put my phone away. I had had my fair share of stalkers and pranksters. And it was pretty easy to dismiss them.
My phone buzzed again.
This time, the text read:
Get off the bus.
Those words actually sent a chill through my body.
What the hell? Okay, now I was getting angry.
Bzzzzz!!
GET OFF THE BUS, ATHENA.
I felt myself going red. I dropped my phone into my front pocket, and stomped to the doors, backpack in hand. My hands clenched into fists as I waited for the bus to stop at the nearest sign.
The wind slapped my face as I met the cold air. Instinctively, my eyes scanned the area. It was an unfamiliar road, with a few houses and a lot of trees.
The bus whizzed past me, and I noticed a shiny black car parked on the opposite side of the road. The windows were tinted, so I couldn't see who was inside. My phone buzzed once again.
This time, I was furious. If I ever got my hands on this girl/guy, I was going to suffocate them with a plastic bag and dump their body somewhere...
Okay, maybe too extreme.
Cross the road. Black car.
Did this person think I was an idiot? I was not going to walk into a f***ing trap. Clearly, this person was intent on kidnapping me or something.
But I wasn't going to fall for this sh*t.
I crossed the road quickly, and stood a few steps away from the car.
After staring for a few moments at my reflection in the tinted windows, I smiled and turned around.
I had an idea.
I picked up a few pebbles from a nearby house. They felt cold against my palm. Slowly, I walked to the car and picked out a fat pebble.
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Throwing it with all my might, it hit the window and bounced off the surface like a basketball.
I smirked and continued throwing the tiny stones, hitting a different area of the car each time.
