Glare

Chapter 4.

Dark brown hair, almost like it was black, Baby blue eyes, ivory skin, tattoo's, so many tattoo's, and piercings. He was so beautiful, yet so scary. I felt a strange vibe when he was around. Even when I thought about him. There was something un-normal about him, if that is the correct word. I keep imagining him standing there around the corner, starring at me. Like he was glaring off in space, but I was his space. His galaxy.

"Ellie, get up. You have to get ready for school" Even though I was already awake I followed mother's orders. Grabbing a pink, and black Aztic t-shirt, white tank-top, black skinny jeans, and my spike black boots. Quickly putting my clothes on, I fish-taled my hair. I grabbed my black eyeliner, I made a cat-eye on each lid.  I was satisfied with my cat-eye. I was feeling like I was 'perfect'. Taking one last glance in the mirror, and I was out of my room.

"Greggg did you make me lunch?" I jumped to the floor from the last step, like I was a little kid on their first day of school.

" Yeah, I made a ham, cheese, onions, green peppers, and mustard sandwich." Greg held the bag inches from my face.

" Thanks, you're the best." I winked and gave him a hug. I walked out the door. Mom had to work today, so I had to take the bus. I'm going to be one of the first kids on the bus. ARG this sucks. Pulling out my phone, I realized the bus was right there in front of me.

" Hello, there." The nice bus lady said.

" Hi." I gave her a smile. A warming smile, like the ones you give a old person. I looked at the bus. Empty. Not a soul. " I'm the first person on the bus right?" I already knew the answer, or at least I thought I did.

" No, dear. There is a boy back there with the name Louis Tomlinson, quite boy. He's probably sitting way back in his seat." She looked at the mirror up above her. " He's in seat 24." . I nodded. I was heading for seat 23 right above Louis. I sat quickly and turned around.

" H-" Seeing Louis's face, I knew it was the strange boy. Starring deep in his eyes. Like I was looking at a puzzle trying to figure out where the pieces go.

" ..Hi." Louis bit his pierced lip, sucking on his ring. I quickly closed my eyes. I was starring at him. Glaring at him for more than 50 seconds. " Why are you starring at me? Freak." The harsh words. Going through my head like a hurricane.

" Oh, yeah. I'm the freak." I know I was being a bitch, but he was being a complete douchbag. Louis snickered. That little laugh tipped me over the edge.  " You know, you don't have to be a douchbag." I turned back around in my seat. Blocking him out.