Every morning I can feel my heart beating louder and faster. Then I realize, Jesus, I'm on the Freaking bus again. Because all my rides to school are dead. I sit back in my seat, pulling out my journal. Usually someone is sitting with me, but hes not here today. I sit across from two other boys, their my friends! Hayden, a boy with Coral pink hair and gray eyes. He hardly spoke, but we got along, he sat by the window. The other, Tristan, Had Brown hair and Hazel-ish eyes, He was very talkative, kinda a jerk, but we where all friends, He leans into my seat, trying to see what I was drawing. All the other boys on the bus continuing to chat and tease each other. Yes, Boys, No girls. I attend an all boys school for the rich. Except, instead of uniforms, we wear whatever we want. I adorned a light blue hoodie with a black scarf. Tristan wore a light brown shirt, torn blue jeans, Hayden wearing a gray sweater. I sit back, Tristan still looking over
"What are you drawing Princess?" He asks, Yes, He calls me princess, I don't know why.
"I-I don't know yet.." I respond quietly, leaning on the window. Eventually, I put it away and look out the window. Each scene continued to pass, until we finally reached the school. Each boy exiting the buss. While all three of us walked in, Tristan's arm reached my shoulder, draping it around me.
"Have ya seen Braydon yet?" He asks, Oh yeah. Braydon is the third person in our friend group. Hes nice, I tell all three of them everything.
"I don't know" I respond, Tristan sighs, removing his arm from me.
"well, thats unfortunate.." he groans, Going over to Hayden, pulling the shy boy over to him by his waist. Blush dusting his cheeks. Thats gay... I'm not gay...(YET!) I continue walking in.
