I run, as fast as my legs can take me. My feet pad against the wet ground to the same rhythm of my heart. The rain soaks my clothes, hair, and tiny backpack. Hell, I don't even know where I'm going. I get to the bus stop and wait underneath the tiny shelter, panting, as people stare at me with confused and concerned looks. I mean, I am a 18 year old girl that just ran 2 miles in the pouring rain, so I probably do look like a bat out of hell. The bus pulls up a few minutes later, and I quickly get on it. I look for an empty seat and end up sitting next to a boy with messy brown hair, wearing a green and blue vintage "Pringle" shirt.
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I can see him staring at me out of the corner of his eye with a concerned expression on his face. I try to ignore him, but he shifts his body to be facing me. "Are you okay?" He asks me, curious. I stare blankly for a second, before I say "actually, I'm not sure." "I know you don't know me, and that I'm just some random guy on the bus, but do you want to talk about it?" He asks me. I think about it, and reply with a simple nod. "It's Declan, by the way." He adds "Bexley, but you can call me Bex."
