Friday, I Love You

Chapter two

I paced slowly, in anticipation for the bus to come, playing around with the cord of my plain white earbuds. Each time a gust of wind ruffled my hair, shivers went down my spine, the dry cold chilling me to the bone. Finally, the big, squeaky bus pulled up to the stop, and I got on swiftly.
I saw a couple of familiar faces, but none familiar enough to greet. A couple neighbors, some kids from the grade. Too tired to stand, I looked around for a free seat, only to find that the whole front of the bus was occupied. I walked to the back, seeing a sole free space next to a guy in a black leather jacket. Intrigued, I sat down.
While the bus drove down the road, shaking vigorously as busses do, I tried my best to keep my balance, switching albums every once in a while. I stared out the window, buried in my own thoughts, and didn't notice a massive bump in the road. When the vehicle hit it, it was too late -- I already fell over, right into the lap of the guy who was sitting next to me.
I felt my cheeks flushing with a hot red, something that doesn't happen very often. As I struggled to pick myself up, simultaneously pulling out my earbuds, the boy looked at me with a distant interest.
"Sorry," mumbled I, suddenly aware of how weird my slight accent sounds.
"No problem," answered the guy. His voice was raw and beautiful, the type of voice used to belt out honestly cutthroat songs. "Umm... are you by any chancer from East Bridge High School?"
I grinned a half smile, "I am, in fact. You new?"
"Yeah. Sister and I just moved here in December."
"I'm Vanessa," I said, "the intimidating girl in school."
"I'm Marlon. NO jokes about my name -- my parents thought it would be a great idea to name me after a world famous actor."
I giggled, fighting the urge to make some type of dumb cinema pun.
"Nice to meet you... Marlon."