Try Hard | L.H.

2. Bus

*Elle POV*

Well the first day of school was a torture. I thought at least math will chear me up, but the teacher, Mr. Harper is a total tool. He explained the same thing over and over again. It’s basic math for God sake, everyone know it. Then there’s lunch period. Calum and Michael asked me to join their little lunch group, which contain of them and 4 other people that I couldn’t care less. They keep talking about music, fifa, and football. I enjoy music, don’t know a thing about fifa, and hate football with a passion. I guess they’re nice, but I just don’t know how to talk to people. Everytime I said something it always comes out wrong.

My mom picked me up from school, because mom don’t allowed me to have a liscence. She scared that I’ll might run off one day and never return, man that thought intreguing. When we arrived home, mom just stayed down stairs and un-packed the stuffs that just arrived from Alaska. While I’m in my room, decided just to hang only one poster of The 1975 so that I have empty space to paint my room.

“Elle,” mom shouted from down stairs.

“What?” I shouted back at her, not moving from my room. No answer. Maybe she’s just checking. I shrugged and took out my painting equipment from the box.

“Elle,” mom called again with louder voice this time. Jesus, what does she want. I rolled my eyes and walk down stairs.

“What mother?” I asked getting impatient. She sits at the floor and look up at me when I stand beside her.

“Where have you been? I called you two times,” she said in harsh tone. I opened my mouth about to say something but she cut me, “Could you get something for us to eat?” She’s now looking at the papers on her lap, probably some old letters she haven’t got thr chance to open when we’re in Alaska.

“It’s not even dinner time yet,” I said leaning at the living room’s wall.

“I know that but you could buy something that you could cook later for dinner,” she said while shaking her head. It’s like she’s frustrated by how stupid I am.

                I rolled my eyes and said, “Fine.”

                “Take my purse and buy only the necessary. There’s a grocery store few blocks from here, you could take the bus,” she said.

                “On which block is this grocery store?” I asked. I’m fine on taking the bus, but I don’t even know which block I have to go for God sake.

                “I don’t know, just check on the bus station or asked some people,”she said nonchalantly. I rolled my eyes once again and take her purse on the couch. I walk upstairs and grab my jean jacket  then walk out the house.

I seriously annoyed by her, if she didn’t care so much about me, why wouldn’t she let me use the car. I mean, if I left it shouldn’t be a big thing anyway. Oh wait, she care about her car more. I walked down to the bus station that only had one person sitting on the bench. I can’t see his face because he hugged his knees up to his chest and burry his head between his knees and chest. He’s like a little curveball, except that he’s big not fat but big.

After standing next to him for couple minutes and realize that he’s not going to move anytime soon I decided to make the effort to asked him. I tap his shoulder lightly once. No respond. Twice. No respond. Come on third time’s a charm, when I raise my hand about to tap him he suddenly jumped off his seat and screamed, “AAHH!!”.

I jumped in shock of his sudden movement and yelped. “What the fuck dude?” I shouted at him while holding my chest that’s pounding like crazy.

“You interrupted my nap,” he said while looking at me with no less shocked expression than me. He hunch down a bit then stand upright after manage to slow down his heartbeat. I observe his every move. He looks around my age, dark blonde hair, blue eyes, lip pierce, and very tall.

“But you aren’t suppose to sleep here,” I said looking at him crossing my hand in front of my chest.

“I know that,” he rolled his eyes. He sits down where he was sitting before. I still couldn’t move.

"By any chance you know where is the nearest grocery store?” I asked him. He squint his eyes at me.

“Yeah, two bus stops from here,” he said nonchalantly then stood up to check the for the bus. I don’t see any bus coming to our direction, hopefully it’ll come anytime soon because I don’t think I’ll handle being alone with this guy for a long time.

“Thanks,” I mumbled. He didn’t respond at all, he just casually sit down. Fuck this guy. I sit down on the other edge of the bench. I took out my phone and earphone, I played Settle down by The 1975 and hit the replay button. I look around the bus station, the breeze of autumn air teasing the trees to let go of the old leaves. I should called Darrell tonight, wonder what he’s doing right now. He loves autumn, although the autumn here feels a bit warmer than other autumns I’ve experience before.

The bus come and I took out one of my earplug. There’s no one coming out of the bus so I walked inside and see only 5 persons in the bus. Two of it are too busy making out and the other three already sucked into their phone. I sit down at the last row of the bus and put my other earplug inside my ear. I can see the lip pierce guy coming towards me and he sit at the other edge of the seat. I try not to care and turn my face to the window. When the bus starts to move I can feel something heavy on my shoulder. I turn my head to see what it is, and I stupified to see the lip pierce guy’s head already rested on my shoulder.

I’m about to shove his body away, but he said, “This is the reprisal for interrupting my sleep, now shush and let me sleep.” His eyes are closed the entire time. This bastard. I opened my mouth about to say something then he sneeze. He shivers and pull his jacket tighter. This guy is sick, I can’t just abandoned him now I feel bad for him. Just two bus stops. Just think of it you’re helping a homeless man and not a jerk you just met on the bus station. After 15 minutes, the bus finally reached the second stop. I can’t feel my shoulder anymore.

I smack the lip pierce guy on the arm hard this time. He immediately sit up straight and stroke the spot where I smack him. “Hey, you could be more gentle,” he snapped. I don’t give a fuck anymore, 15 minutes is enough. I rolled my eyes then walked out of the bus. I found the grocery store and decide to make chicken parmesan sandwich today. After done shopping I walked back to the bus station and headed home.

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i'm so happy that atleast there some people reading this story. sorry for the very late update, but i have school so I'm trying. I love you for reading ! sorry for being suck :((