Loving 'Dae Dae'

2.

"I am Dakota Rodriguez."

There was silence.

I don't like silence.

It let's my thoughts carry me away.

"And your name is?"

His grey eyes expressed slight shock.

"You don't know who I am?"

I inspected his face closely.

Was he famous or something?

And if he were, why was he riding a public bus?

After staring at his face for about five seconds it clicked.

"Oh, your that pretty girl in my chem class right?"

He glared at me.

"I have a dick, thank you very much."

A loose chuckle escaped my lips.

He was funny.

"I'm kidding. I know who you are. Ronan right? Ronan Daeshova."

He's our school's badboy.

He nodded. His ebony colored locks falling in front of his face.

"You didn't answer my other question. Your eyes."

I smiled.

But the bus stopped. Signalling we were already at school.

Patting his heavily tattooed arm I winked at him.

His expression didn't change.

"That's a story for another time. Later Dae Dae." I referred to his last name before making my way out the bus.

I heard a growl from behind me, making me giggle.

I don't think he likes my nickname for him.

Whoops.