God Is Writing My Love Story

2. The Bus Stop

I've been standing next to the pole at my bus stop. Everything was quiet because I'm usually the early one. My bus stop is filled with stupid popular people who only care about their image. I hate people like that. So I'm on the other side of that enormous group. Staring at the nature behind us. Behind the bus stop is a big hill that is covered in trees and bushes. I love it so much one time I actually explored up there. only to find homeless people and plastic bags everywhere. Now all I could do was look at it. pretend what was up there was vacant and beautiful. I'm really into that kind of stuff. I try to explain things in a beautiful way. Of course in the midst of my thoughts I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn to see one of the dumb popular boys in that group.
"Hey, what's your name?" He said. I gave him a look and turned away. I could tell I would never like him. He was tall and scrawny. His shoulders were boney, but his clothes were just right to fit in to this whacky school. His hat was on backwards and his pants were, what my imagination portrayed, down to his ankles. He just kept looking at me I could see it on the corner of my eye. I tried to make my hair a curtain between us, but that was the wrong move. He just moved my hair. I swatted his hand away and we look at each other with angry eyes.
"Don't touch me." I said. I could tell he was pissed.
"Sorry if I was trying to help the freak get laid!" He yelled at me. His little group heard him and a couple of guys started walking towards us. I thought they were going to back up their little friend, but instead they just took him by the shoulders and told him, "Don't worry about it bro, she's not worth it." I needed to remember their faces when I complained to the principal and would say the witnesses. One boy looked just like the ass who went up to me accept he wasn't wearing a hat, he was wearing those stupid nerd glasses. The other guy- wait, that's not a guy. oh my god it's a girl. I could've sworn that was a dude. then the guy who was just standing to the side. watching them talk not getting involved. He seemed different then the rest. He wasn't a scrawny tooth pick and he didn't wear pants down to his ankles or a hat or nerd glasses. He was just there. He had a red t-shirt that looked a couple years old. Regular jeans on that weren't skin tight. He had brown hair and then he looked away before I could see his eyes.
"I hope I don't see you again, bitch." The scrawny little twerp said. So I thought of a comeback as fast as I could.
"We go to the same bus stop, idiot." I yelled back at him. He didn't even look back, just raised his hand and flipped me off. I could hear a snicker from the side of me and there he was. the normal boy. I think that's what I'm going to call him now. And this time I got to see his eyes. Green. Pure green. Once he noticed me staring at him he looked over and at me. I tried my hardest not to continue staring. So when I turned back I looked every two seconds. Which was awkward because he was staring at me for at least five seconds. finally in the middle of his staring the bus came. As usually I was in the back of the line, those selfish bastards. Then, I hear breathing behind me. As I stopped in my tracks to look who was behind me we clashed. I stood up as quick as I could to say sorry, but before I could say anything I turn to notice... it was normal boy....