Creep

Chapter Three

They asked him, "Hey, where's this bus going?"
And he said, "Well, I'm really not sure."
"Well then, how will you know where to get off?"
And he said, "The place with the most allure."
Because I love the unknown. I love the unknown. He says he loves the unknown.~Clem Snide

I turned my head to see what that strange sensation was. It was a girl. A new girl. She sat directly to my left, quietly reading, just as I was. Her book was entitled "The Scarlet Letter" written by Nathaniel Hawthorne, published in 1850, and in my opinion; not a very good book.

She looked like no other girl I have ever seen in my entire life. Her profile was gorgeous. Her pale, white skin brought out her glistening green eyes. Her hair, so dark it looked black, perfectly feathered, perfectly straight, laid just below her elbows. And her Nirvana shirt...awesome. She soon noticed my staring and turned my way.

"Hello." She stated softly, a huge smile on her face.

I acknowledged her with a slight wave.

"My name is Ethan." She extended her hand for me to shake.

I slowly reached out my hand and she gently grabbed it and shook.

"What's your name?" She asked curiously.

"He-Henderson." I stated, barely audible.

"Neat name!"

The bus arrived one minute late. But it didn't bother me today. I planted myself down in my usual seat, a three seater. That way I get to lay down and regain the energy I lose by having to wake up at 5:00am. That didn't happen today, though. Ethan decided to sit next to me. I couldn't help but look at her, I didn't know what was coming over me. Was it the fact that right there next to me was this dazzling girl, or was it that somebody wanted to sit next to me?

"Um, Hen, are you feeling alright?" She inquired, chuckling.

I snapped out of it and nodded.

"Good." She replied quietly, looking out the fairly unclear, covered-with-fingerprints window.

I soon took out my I-Pod, and started listening to music. Just when Help! started to play, Ethan took out one of my earbuds and stuck it into her ear. Besides the fact that that's extremely germ-y. I found it cool that she just did it.

"Did you know that this song was written based on John's cry for help, when The Beatles were being bombarded by fans everywhere they went?" Ethan asked.

I shook my head. That fact caught my interest.

The bus was almost to school, when the thought that always enters my mind did: If people didn't create money, there would be no reason to get a job, if there was no reason to get a job, there would be no reason to go to school and get an education, thus, allowing children to be happy, have more time to spend with their family, friends...

"Get off the bus!" shouted an impatient middle aged women.

I grabbed my backpack and scurried out the flimsy door. Waiting directly next to the bus exit was Ethan, picking at her fingernails, embarrassed.

"I'm sorry if I've been bothering you today, but can you help me find the guidance counselor's office? I need to pick up my schedule." She asked with an indescribable smile on her face.

Bothering me? How could a pretty girl like yourself ever bother me? If anything your not asking me would be a let down.

I nodded.

It kinda felt nice being needed, you know? So, I lead her down this huge human sized maze, also known as our high school hallway. I tried my hardest to hide my scoliosis by walking with my back straightened and a little faster than usual, but ended up miserably failing when Ethan mentioned with a giggle, "You walk funny!" She didn't say it in a mean way or anything, just a curious way.