The bell rang for last block. Tyler sneaks behind me and grabs my hand. I shake my hand free of his grasp, annoyed, and stomp off.
I look back for a quick second and see his face, he looks agitated and hurt.
For once he doesn't have that dumb freaking smirk!
I walk to the bus, and throw my backpack next to me so no one could sit.
Guess who sits next to me?
I'm not even sure myself, I'm not paying attention and my headphones are in. I'm the last stop along with Bryan, but he wouldn't sit with me so there are no worries there.
The person sits awkwardly far from me but still in the same seat as me.
My loud music probably is blaring through my headphones.
Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit played obnoxiously loud in my ears.
They were always one of my favorites.
Suddenly the bus jerks to a stop and I hear a loud screech on the road.
I feel a hand hold me down so I don't fly five feet into the air.
I thank god they saved me, I don't feel like getting a concussion today.
I turn over to thank them and my jaw drops.
It's...
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Genç KurguNoelle Marshall never asked for help. But when Tyler Hollande takes it upon himself, she'd never guess what'll happen next.