The Boy on the Bus

Chapter 3

Halfway there, Vincent sets me down, as I have now sobered up a bit. We do not talk the rest of the walk.

To my surprise, he pulls out his keys as we approach a black Audi. Why would a boy who drives an Audi need to take the bus?

"Where are we going?" I ask as I step into his car. Getting into the car of a boy I barely know, yeah, probably not my brightest moment.

He just shrugs and continues to start up his car.

"Okay this silent treatment of yours really blows, can you at least tell me where you are taking me," I hope to get some sort of reaction out of him, but his eyes remain on the empty neighborhood road in front of us.

Accepting defeat, I huff and slouch down into the extremely comfy cushioning of the seat.

"I have to make a quick stop somewhere," he finally disrupts the awkward silence that was taking over.

I nod in response and begin to fiddle around with some car buttons. In my attempt to try and turn on the radio, I accidentally press a button that begins to open the sun roof of the car.

Vincent lets out a grunt of annoyance before pushing my hands away and closing the top of the car.

"Second button to the left," he replies flatly. I press the button as told, and am quite surprised when music turns on. I hadn't even told him what I was searching for.

After figuring out how to change stations, I settle with Colors by Halsey, seeming to be the only decent song playing.

Minutes pass, and I feel the car come to a stop in the parking lot of what seems to be a cemetery.

Oh sweet baby Jesus why has he taken me here, is he some sort of serial killer? God please don't let me die so soon.

Seeming to sense my tension, he disrupts my raging conspiracies, "I'm not going to kill you dipshit."

Somewhat satisfied with his answer, I watch him reach over to the back seat to grab something. Shamelessly, I eye his tight shirt rise up his side during this action. He quickly recoils once grabbing a bouquet of flowers, thus putting an end to my gawking.

He doesn't say anything as he begins to exit the car. Noticing it must be freezing outside, I take off the jacket he had previously given to me and hand it over to him.

"Here, it must be cold out there," I smile at him, only to have him snatch the fabric from my hands.

Moments after Vincent's figure disappeared into the dark blanket of the night, I find myself observing the items in him car. I see the standard items; some cash, a pack of gum, and...photos. I furrow my eyebrows while I wonder whether I should see who they are of. Would that be invading his privacy?

Oh well.

They are stuffed in the overhead mirror above my seat, so I simply pull them out. As I scan them, I see what looks to be a young couple with a newborn baby in their arms. The smiles on their faces seem so pure, I can't help but feel one spread through my own lips.

Before I can look any longer I hear the door open and in an instant the pictures are snatched from me.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Vincent's voice holds pure hatred and venom.

"Oh..sorry I was just, well I saw them hanging and I didn't know what they were and..." his angry voice returns and stops me mid sentence.