Burning Memories; m.c.

Chapter 3

Michael's POV

        I stood there watching as this girl practically ran out of the room to get far away as possible from me. Was I that hideous when I slept? Was I drooling? Is there something in my teeth? She wasn't in college, so maybe she just freaked out because I'm a college guy and she's in high school or just maybe Michael you are fucking over thinking this. 

After walking to the bus stop that was literally twenty minutes from the college, the bus pulled up. The crowds of people got off as I climbed on, and went to the back of the bus. The same people were on the bus everyday, old people and children. 

My eyes shifted over to the red haired girl that is sitting directly in an angle from me. Does she usually ride this bus? Does she ride it and I've never noticed her before until now? Her head was down and she had a small book in her hands. From what I could see it looked like a small journal, the way the book was made was leather and had swirls all over the front of it. Her small hands were writing away as she turned the page carefully. 

She pushed her hair behind one of her ears, I slowly leaned back into my seat noticing the small device wrapped around her earlobe. She wasn't running away from me in class, she was running away because she's deaf and I probably made her uncomfortable. Great job Michael, great way to make someone feel attacked. I mentally smacked myself before looking back over at her.  

I slowly reached into my bag before pulling my camera out and snapping some pictures. The way the sunlight from outside fell perfect on her face, her silhouette was beautiful. She slowly looked out the window as I snapped another picture before looking down at my camera. 

The bus slowly came to a halt, as I looked up and noticed she was at the front off the bus and disappeared down the steps. I let out a groan before laying my head back on the seat. 

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"Thank you Michael." The little kid said to me as I smiled and patted the little guys head. 

"Of course." I said before grabbing the small guitar's. Every Thursday at my job, I give children guitar lessons. I smiled before waving off to the kids, when I went to the door to flip the sign over to closed.

My eyes connected to someone across the street, there she was. She was inside the bookstore right across from the guitar shop I work at. I quickly cleaned up before grabbing my things, and locking the door behind me on the way out. 

I turned around and looked into the large window's noticing she wasn't there anymore, and the owner was flipping the closed sign over. I let out a sigh before throwing my hands up. This girl knows how to keep me running.

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A/N; This chapter is so short, sorry. I hope you guys are enjoying this, I really am looking forward to writing this everynight. If I don't post a chapter a night, two more will be posted the next day but sometimes if it seems right I will post two a night. :) enjoy lovelies.  xx