Cold hands, warm hearts

Chapter 1

"You son of a mother-freaking cow!"
"Hey, smart stuff we have the same mom."
This is how I started every day, in wet pajamas, in the dark with my little brother hovering over me.
He reminds me of dad, his bright and wide smile down to his huge ears. Every day I miss them but I have to keep that behind me and head forward, for me and Mateo.
I go to the bathroom and turn on the water. As I turn to look in the mirror I happen to knock all of my 14 hair products on to the floor and into the toilet,

"Sweet mother of Christ riding to mass on a Sunday!" I yell
I hear a loud chuckle coming from the window and see my best friend of 9 years laughing at me.
"If you didn't know so much about me I would kill you!" I yelled
"No, you wouldn't you love me." She giggled
I turned around and flipped her the bird. I cannot deal with this bs this early in the morning. I decided on wearing an old faded band-tee that belonged to my dad and some ripped jeans. I went back to my bathroom and combated my hair
"4C my butt..." I grumbled
I ran downstairs to greet my grandma, she was my mother's mom, after the death of her only daughter she kinda lost it. I kissed her goodbye. I hated leaving her alone but I was the only that could support this family.

I got on the bus and sat in the back waiting for Chloe. I turned on my jams and started to drift away from my surroundings. I thought of all the memories of my parents, I remember my mom singing Over the rainbow, my dad wasn't much of a singer but he was the best at bad interpretive dancing. Suddenly I felt a weight on the chair. I assumed it was Chloe, my friends assume nothing. I looked over to be met with piercing grey eyes. I quickly scanned his face. He had a couple of freckles splattered on his slightly crooked nose, he had a small scar going down the side of his chin, and last I looked his pink lips and his perfectly straight teeth biting down on them

"Sweet Voldemort," I whispered

"Do you mind not sitting so close to me?" he questioned with deep yet quiet voice

While moving over I accidentally pulled out my earbuds and the back of the bus was filled with Who's Lovin' You. Everyone's head turned back towards me. I slouched in my seat and hid my face. Before I knew it the bus jolted to a stop and Mr. grey-eyed Potter gave me a small smirk.

He stood up and calmly walked off the bus like what just happened was nothing. I  closed my eyes for the rest the ride and cringed every time I thought of the encounter.