*Tricias POV*
I'd had a long day at school, like usual. Why is my final year of High School so hard? I wonder if teachers know how boring they are. I decide to put some tunes on, whilst sitting on this god forsaken bus I take everyday on the way home. It's incredibly cold, like it normally was in London. Doesn't Winter SUCK?
I stare outside the window, and see small driplets of rain. 'Great, going to love walking home.' I cynically think to myself. "SHIT!" I yell outloud, dropping my phone. I've dropped it literally 100 times on this same bus, I start searching for it on the floor, Finally seeing it, I pick it up and find that my phone had decided to play some music. Decing to put my headphones in, just to see what my lovely iPhone had chosen to play out of the thousands of songs I have.
The song just starts, I'm still unsure on what it is, 'Ehh probably One Direction' I think to myself, however I was wrong. "Great choice' I say to my iPhone, as if it were real. I turn it up as loud as I could not seeing anyone around me.
I wanna be drunk when I wake up, On the right side of the wrong bed, And every excuse I made up, Tell you the truth I hate, What didn't kill me, it never made me stronger at all,
I slowly start singing to myself getting louder without noticing.
Love will scar your makeup lip sticks to me, So now I'll maybe lean back there I'm sat here, wishing I was sober...
"You have a lovely voice!" a man says behind me with a heavy London accent.
'Oh God, was someone listening to me? Was I that loud?' I think to myself.
"Errm, thanks" I say, turning around to face him. I stare for a little. His face was familiar, had I seen him before? He was wearing black sunglasses and his thick bushy hair stuck out.
"Do you take singing lessons?" He says.
I didn't take notice to anything he had just said, I just stared like an idiot at his black turtleneck jumper.
"Ermm, hello?" He says a little louder, startling me.
'SHIT! He noticed me staring' I curse to myself.
"Oh! Sorry, no I don't take lessons" I say, incredibly embarassed.
"Well, you're really really good!" He said smiling.
"Thanks! I'm Tricia, do you go to school around here?" I say, noticing how attractive he was.
"Hey, I'm um... Ed, and no I don't go to school anymore" He says nervously.
"Oh, you graduated? I can't wait, only one month left for me" I said, slightly confused.
"I guess you could say that, and..." He said smiling, however he was cut off by the bus driver screeching something about Hyde Park.
"Oh, this is my stop" He says slightly upset, "But you know, We could finish this conversation a ov-over the phone um, if you like?"
I was lost staring at his face wondering how a teenager lived in Hyde Park, It was ONLY for the rich and famous.
Wait, WHAT?! Did hot Ed just ask for my number?
Quick Tricia say something, do something!
"Sure, give me your phone" I say, as confident as possible.
"Really?" Ed says shocked, fumbling for his phone.
"Done, call me!" I reply. Oh god what did I just say? Please kill me.
"Haha, I will!" He replies, getting off the bus.
I stare into the distance, thinking about what just happened, Did someone just ask for my number? I blush to myself.
