Older! Crush x Younger! Reader

Seeing Him Again

     "Ugh." You groan into your pillow as the sound of your alarm clock goes off. You really didn't want to go to school. You never did. Except now, you had an excuse.
     You were starting high school.
     You snooze your alarm, sighing to yourself, "Just ten more minutes won't hurt."
     When you finally get up, you walked to your closet and grabbed whatever you saw first. Which happened to be black leggings, a pale pink t-shirt, and a light grey jacket. You put the jacket on, not bothering to zip it up.
     You through your hair up into a messy bun so you can do your makeup. You put it on lightly, sweeping some of the falling hair from your face every now and then. You only out on concealer, mascara, and lip balm.
     Finally, you let your hair down. After brushing through your tangles, you put half of your (H/L), (H/C) hair up, leaving half of it down.
 
   (A/N; If you have short hair, you can pretend or just take off the part about putting half of it up.)
   
     You then skipped breakfast and hurried out your front door. As you waited for your bus, you pulled out your phone & put on (F/S) quietly. As you kicked pebbles underneath your flats, you sang quietly to your music.
     It wasn't long until the large, yellow bus rolled down your road and came to a screeching stop a few meters from your driveway. Sighing, you walked quickly over and threw the doors.
     As soon, as your eyes landed on a familiar face, your heart skipped a beat or two. (Y/C). He was staring at you, as he used to when you two went to the same school.
     "Hey, girl, get on with it!" A smooth, confident voice yelled out of the darkness.
     You obeyed, swinging into the first empty seat you saw. Wow, this was definitely going to be a terrifying day.