She Always Knew(Oliver Sykes)

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It was starting to get cold outside around this time of year in Sheffield so I put on a light sweater and walked outside. The bus stop was only a block away from where we lived so I kept on until the bus got there. Once i got on i did not make any eye contact with anybody. People stared at me but carried on with their everyday lives. There was maybe roughly 25 people on the bus so there wasn't any completely empty seats. So I sat next to a boy he was staring out the window minding his own business. He looked deep in thought so I sat down next to him knowing he wouldn't talk to me. I stared at my fingers to see the cuts on them from the incident, i took my sweater and covered my fingers with it. The boy next to me noticed what I did, I could see the sadness in his eyes like he knew what they were from.

"Why are you hiding that," he asked. His eyes were a dark hazel green, they were glassy and his lips were thin and frail looking. He was very pale, and he seemed to be in a great deal of pain, the way he played with his thumbs and the way he would move his lips when he sat there with silence. I looked at him for a minute and not once did he take his eyes off me. Not once.

"Oh, um, they just aren't very pretty," I said, then looked down at my hands.

"I think they are," he smiled. I coundn't help but to smile back, if you saw his face you smile back too. "Show me," he said. I then slowly uncovered my sliced up and bruised hands. His eyes widened. I never really looked to see how bad they were but they were pretty bad. He grabbed my hand and slowly covered it with his. "I'm sorry," and he let go really fast.

"No, you're fine,"I said with a small smile. "But i would like to know your name first," I laughed.

"Oliver," he smirked and looked at his feet. "I'm a Senior what about you?"

"I'm Evelyn, and I'm a Senior as well," I said. He looked at me with a smile. "What," I laughed.

"Oh, you're just really pretty," his cheeks got really red.

"Wow thank you, people don't tell me that often"

"What. really? You are like really pretty what is wrong with them?!" Oliver said really loud. The girls in front of us turned around and chuckled.

"He thinks shes pretty, she looks more like a rat to me," she laughed along with her friends. I kind of stared blankly and then covered my hands up again.

"Stop, uncover yourself. You do that when you are nervous. They're bitches okay? Out of all the people on this bus you are probably going to be the one to make it in life. Not those low life twats," He said loud enough for the girls to hear.

"Excuse me?" One of them turned around.

"Sorry did you hear that? That sucks doesn't it. Now turn around, I can smell the plastic from your skin over here and its not appealing," He said smoothly.

"Well whats that supposed to mean," she said with the most offended looks i've ever seen, I couldn't help but the chuckle.

"It means that you are fake honey, damn it's gotten your brain too," he smirked. All she did was turn around. I smiled at him, for like a minute and all i could do was smile. Soon enough we pulled into the school and the sign read 'Stocksbride High' and I smiled.