-Selena's POV-
Now it was Friday, and I couldn't be anymore thankful. I had absolutley no idea how I would manage to survive this school. Let me tell you one thing, the thign that bothered me the most, Derek. And yes, I did refer to him as a thing. Deal with it.
He is the most revolting person I have ever met. I didn't quite understand why girls were so attracted to him. He ate like a pig, he curses like a sailer, and lets be honest...I mean, he isn't that attactive. Logan was obviously the better looking one of the two, but girls seemed to leave him alone.
And about Logan, I haven't really seen him since he left our house due to me and Derek's fighting. i felt awful about it, but I couldn't help the fact that Derek is a major..you get the point. He's a bad person. A very bad person.
Yeah Logan's been around, but it's not like I've talked to him or anything. He's too busy with his friends and I've been too busy with mine. Alright, I only have one friend, but she counts, I guess.
Miley. She's interesting, but if I had a choice on who to be friends with, she wouldn't exactly be my first. Yeah she was nice and all, but she obsessed over my step-brother too much, to the point where I would love to slap her. I'm pretty sure we have nothing in common, but anyways there's no way to tell. It would be lovely if she stopped obsessing over a repulsive monster.
The school day was already over. All I needed to do was survive the brutal bus ride. I got on to see a crowd of roudy students, screaming and hopping seat to seat.
I quickly took a seat in the front, trying my best to avoid everyone. I rested my head against the window sill as I got out my phone and headphones to block out the sound of everyone else. Before playing my music, I felt someone sitting next to me.
I turned my head glaring at the person, until I realized it was Logan.
"Hope you don't mind, there wasn't really any other seats." A small smile spread across his face, which was really adorable.
"Oh. It's alright. Why don't you sit with Derek?" I tried not to sound rude, but it was odd for him to sit next to me rather than him, his best friend.
"By sitting with Derek do you mean him and his new make-out buddy?" He let out a small laugh while shaking his head.
"He's making out with a girl in a seat?" I asked, disgusted.
"Right in the back. It's pretty weird but whatever."
"Yeah...so are you coming back to my house with Derek?" I felt like I sounded a little obsessive or maybe even awkward asking him that.
He shrugged. "Maybe I should just get home."
"I wouldn't blame you. This week has worn me out."
"Same here. So do you like it?"
"Do I like what?"
"This school."
"It's pretty cool." I lied.
He turned away from me and scoffed. "Oh please."
I giggled a little, but I didn't know why. It was rare for me to giggle. "What?"
"This school is a living hell and you know it."
"Can't argue with that."
Then the bus stopped right at my street. "This is my street." I told him, sadly. I did love talking to him.
He nodded, standing up so I could get out of the seat.
I got off the bus skipping, I may have looked lame, but it was worth it.
