Stiles waited at the bus stop. Rain poured down over him, as the bus pulled round the corner. He stepped up into the dank, flickering interior. Lydia sat, arms folded, glaring at him from the back of the bus..... "Really? Stiles, this isn't funny. Not at all."
The bus sped through city streets and dark backroads, until they finally stopped for a lonely passenger. He was tall, about 18, Stiles thought. His black hair fell in a mop over a chiseled face with deep dimples, which meant he smiled a lot. He wasn't smiling now, his eyes were red; like he had been crying. Stiles nodded at him, gesturing at the free seat next to him. Unknowing, the kid sat down, next to Stiles. "What's wrong?" Stiles asked.
"Non of your business." The guy snapped, glaring maliciously at Stiles.
"Whoah there, I was only asking!"
"Well, you wouldn't know... Would you, Stilinski?"
Stiles' blood ran cold... How had that kid known his name? "Do I know you?" Stiles asked.
"Yeah. I go to college with you. I thought you might recognise the kid that you nearly killed."
Stiles suddenly remembered. When he had been driving to Lydia's, he had hit a guy on a bike, with the same, deep, green eyes as this guy.
"Oh. I'm sorry about that." Stiles gave his best winning smile." The guy scowled.
"You don't even know my name, do you? You never gave me a second thought."
This was true, although Stiles still racked his brain to think of his name....
"Rico?" Stiles asked, cautiously.
"Nico. My name is Nico." He stared at Stiles with a mixture of sadness and anger. Then, the bus jerked forward and there was a screech of metal on metal. The next thing Stiles saw, was a Chevy Impala and an angry 26 year old waving at the bus.
