Shy Girl

The Bus Boy

The steps were right behind me and there he was. The number one person I was trying to stay away from.

Since we met at the bus I will just nickname him bus boy. Seems like a good name because annoying person is the popular girl, Cassie.

"Hey I was looking for you after we got out of the bus! Why are you going this way? Isn't it longer going this way or is there like a secret way to get to the lockers. I heard-"

"What? People know there is a secret way to get to lockers. I thought they ignore me." I mumbled the last sentence because frankly he should already know that people do since he heard the secret ways to get to the lockers. I would have sworn I was the only one that knew though. Strange.

"Yea, the whole school knows. They say only one girl goes that way though so since she....." He stares at me know finally understanding my rank in popularity. "Oh."

"Yea."

"Well then I should get going."

"Yea you should." I walked to the secret way slowly getting tears in my eyes. I didn't know why I was crying though, people ignore me everyday why is this sudden rejection hurting? No, no, no, no, no, no.

No I don't.

No I don't.

I do not like the bus boy.

I went into the secret passage way and turned left and right to see if people actually watch me come out. I only saw glances but no whispering or staring at me. They must have gotten use to it. I walked out of my hiding spot and went to my locker. I walk with my head down so no one has to ask anything from me. It was a bad mistake for me to put my head up once I had arrived to my locker.

The bus boy so happened to be my new locker mate, if that's what you want to call it, and I didn't like it one bit. I ignored him while he tried to get my attention with his flashy smile. I just put my books away since my first period was ceramics.

I headed towards my class not paying attention to the people near by me since 90% of them don't even know me. Those that do,  just ask me for homework or stuff because they know I am good at most of the subject I have. What sucks about high school is that I don't have any friends. I just go to the library and study while sneaking food in. 

I sat down in my seat, ready for class. Ready for my high school life to actually begin. Ready for some change in my life. I was quite bored of always being the smart person. It wasn't something fun to be as in a class, because then the class depend on you to answer for them. 

My teacher finally arrives to class, late always. I really don't know where she goes during that five minute transition to classes. No one knows really. Plus she is old if that helps with any of your assumptions. bladder issue? who knows.

She starts the lesson for Chapter 6 in Spanish 1.

Did I mention I was a freshman too? Well, sorry for leaving that part out.

She goes off about the new vocabulary words we are suppose to know and such. I really don't pay attention for the time being and i just focus on the thought of this boy. This boy was different. 

"Casey, Casey, Casey!"

I didn't realize that my teacher was calling for me to get out of my train of thoughts to answer one of her questions.

"Are you listening?"

"Yes," I reply back while nodding my head. 

Apparently we were suppose to be doing activities one through ten in the book. Since, I am such an over-achiever, I had already finished it. I was just doodling to make it look like I was doing something so she wouldn't get mad. I didn't feel like doing anything and I was just waiting for the bell to ring.

*ring, ring, ring*

My prayers have been answered. That's how the saying goes right?

I exit the classroom avoiding everyone who is also trying to leave class.

I make it out with no bruises on me and I felt a rush of fear. Like my body knew what was happening before I even could comprehend it.

 "Hey! Hey! Casey!" 

Oh no, he was back. Again. I bet he just wants the homework since we happen to have the same classes but different periods. Let's see what he comes out with now.

I don't turn around hoping he meets a promiscuous girl that he wants to get with.

The footsteps come closer, and I start to be careful how I walk because I don't need my books flying everywhere. The footsteps stop and then I feel a very heavy warm breath on my neck.

"Wanna go somewhere? Maybe in the bathroom?"

It was him, Kendrick. He was the star football player but he didn't have the cliche cheerleader girlfriend, actually he doesn't have girlfriend. He just likes to hook up with girls basically. As many touchdown scores he has on the field is as many girls he gets within a week. I am not kidding.

I nervously just continue walking to my locker, hoping that he would leave me alone. I don't know why he would ever want to do that with me. He must be desperate, like to the max.

"Hey babe?" in a whisper of hot breathes in my ear going down to my neck which I couldn't help but move faster. People were starting to stare, but at me. As if they didn't know that i actually went to school with them. I might have had classes with or have been knowing them for awhile back. 

Did I mention he was a junior and he was picking on a loser of a freshman like me?

Oh sorry, I always seem to forget to mention about the ages around here.

The worst part is every girl has to deal with him for another two semesters. 

"I would love whats under all those clothes of yours."

I look straight ahead and there is bus boy. I give him a glance of being helpless in this terrible mix up. He understood me and comes walking casually and says, "Bro, why are you all over my lady?"

"Oh sorry man, I didn't know."

"Well, next time you don't know, ask somebody."

Kendrick walks away and to make the lie good, the bus boy puts his arm around my waist and gives him a nasty glare. I actually would like to be his girlfriend, but I knew he didn't see me like that. No boy really did see me like that.

 The bus boy looks at me and he says, "By the way my name is Austin."