The bus stops near the school. I barely even realize, even though I wait until everyone gets off. Ross nudges my shoulder. I look up at him, since he's standing, to see what he wants.
"Are you getting off here?" He slaps his forehead. "I'm so sorry. That's why that was wierd. You're out of school..." He looks away and bites his lip.
"Uhm... Actually." I interrupt his thought process. " I do get off here. I'm just lazy and wait for everyone to get off before I stand." I let out a nervous chuckle. Ross blushes.
"Oh..." He says in realization. Then he pushes past my legs and sticks out his hand to me once he's in the aisle. "Need help getting up?" I look around in confusion. We're the last ones.
"Not really." I say as I pull myself up.
"Okay." He says and leaves the bus without another word. What was that? The bus driver talks to me as I walk to the front.
"He's a feisty one, huh?" I give the man a confused look.
"Oh!" I'm so slow today. "We aren't dating. I just met him."
"Oh. Sorry to be rude." The bus driver looks around then whispers. "I think he likes you sweetie." I nod and get off. That took longer than I wanted it too. Ross is still standing outside the bus. He didn't hear the driver. I push past him. He grabs my left wrist stopping me.
"Ow!" He lets go. I turn around to face him. He looks worried.
"That hurt?" Oops. I let him realize that pain. Come on. I gotta pull this off.
"Yeah." I say sheepishly. "Your stronger than you think." Major poker face going on right now.
"I was being gentle even. Just enough to not let you walk away from me." He looks worried. He's not buying it. He grabs the upper part of my wrist, almost my hand. I wince as his hand almost touches the carves within my skin. He rotates my arm so the underpart is facing upwards; with his other hand he pulls up my layers of clothes on my arm. His eyes go wide as he sees that I've wrapped my arm.
"Did you sprain your wrist."
"Y-yeah..." He glares at me and shakes his head.
"No you didn't."
"Then why did you ask?" I shoot back at him.
"To see how far you'd still go." He finds the end of the gauze and pulls it off. Exposing it all. "Why do you cut this much?"
"None of you business." I pull away from his grip and grab the gauze again and begin to wrap my arm again. One of my recent cuts were too deep. I wince as I wrap it tighter so it stops bleeding.
"Well, obviously it is now." I glare at him and pull my sleeve back down. "What if I told everyone?" My eyes get wide.
"N-no you wouldn't. I-I mean please, please, please, don't." I plead. He looks at the dirt and let's out a dark chuckle.
"On one condition."
"Fine. What is it." I'm determined to make him keep this a secret. He looks back at me. Damn you Ross and your bright blue eyes.
"I live with you for a month." Ross grins evilly. He scares me now.
"What?" I say in disbelief. "Your kidding, right?" He laughs.
"Oh Jasper... You now I'm serious. After school. I'm going home with you. I have taken it upon me to supervise you."
"I have myself and my dad for that." I say standing up for myself.
"Didn't you say he's gone? And I doubt he'd let you do this to yourself." True. Dad has no idea.
"I-I did? When?" He blushes at my reply.
"Okay. I was reading your texts over your shoulder. It's really easy actually."
"Pfff. Whatever. Fine." I storm off into the school.
