Ana's POV: "Have a good day Ana," my little sister calls to me as I step on the bus. "Ya. Bye," I mumble back. Over the past few years I have learned to ignore her. She's not annoying or anything, in fact I love her to death, but I wont admit it because I don't want to hurt her. I tug my sleeve of my sweater down over my wrists and find a seat.
Being the "New Girl" sucks, but when your guardian moves with each new husband she gets you tend to get used to it. My Aunt isn't one to settle down, she gets a divorce, leaves where ever home is for a week, finds a new man and then we move. So far in the last 7 years this has happened 9 times.
I would like to think that's why I'm so messed up but I know its not. It's just me. I'm slowly destroying myself. If it was up to me I would have been gone the night my Aunt Brit knocked on my door to tell Laura and I mom was no where to be found, but I can't. Laura needs me, even though I ignore her, I'm the closest thing she has to a mom. Aunt Brit sure doesn't count.
I am aroused from the dark place I usually wander to as the bus pulls into the high schools parking lot. I stay seated until almost everyone is off the bus, there are still two sophomores making out in the back seat but their not coming up for air anytime soon.
I tug my sleeve down one more time and step into the sunny California air.
Anothy's POV: "I don't really care Rebecca." I say for the what seems like 568th time in the last 10 minutes. "I did nothing wrong! I love you more than I love him! I've told you that so many times!" my ex-girlfriend whines into the phone. I tap the "end call" button on the screen and shut my phone off. I don't need her calling me anymore today. It's only 8:00 in the morning and I'm already tired.
I step out of my car and turn around. I know its seems conceded but every time I get out of this car I have to stare. I guess Damian cleaned it this morning, the white gloss paint is shining more than normal and I love it. I look over my shoulder and notice that Haley Jackson must love it too. Its either the car or me. Or both.
I wink at her and sling my back pack over my shoulder. I turn around to be greeted by the bus kids, I don't have any friends that ride the bus so I usually don't look but this time something catches my eye. A flash of red hair crosses my vision and then I see her. A beautiful girl will her curly red hair tied up in a messy pony tail pulling repetitively at the sleeves of her sweater.
What can I say? I'm a ladies man. I spend half of the school day in the court yard with the ladies. I've never had a real relationship though, you would think with all of the girl I've hooked up with I would have at least fallen half way in love with one of them. But I haven't. The girls I go for practically pain their face on. They hide under Gucci dresses and walk on Fendi heels. But this one is different.
She is not wearing an inch of makeup on and if she is I can't tell. Her clothes are modest, not the most attractive clothes I must say but some how she makes them look good. Her grey Vans are worn and faded. But the first thing I noticed was her hair.
Her hair is a golden red color. Not like the fake red the creepy girls in the art room try to pull off. It is indescribable. She is absolutely beautiful but not in a normal way. Nothing about her is normal and for the first time in my life I can't take my eyes off her.
