First day of freshman year, and Y/N barely makes the bus in time. What a great first impression. Scanning the seats furiously, there's only one seat open, but the boy with the silver eyes wont budge. Eventually though, he gives in. will the morning bus rides turn into something else? Perhaps a crazed lovestruck teen, totally blind to who he is. The only way to know, is to see where time will take them.
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