The Boy at the Bus Stop

The Boy at the Bus Stop

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He stood there, in the rain, looking past the bus, as if looking for another kingdom to come. is raven black hair plastered to his forehead, as water droplets slowly cascaded down his body. I watched him step onto the crowded bus, and his eyes scanned the crowd, landing on me. He walked towards me and stopped a few feet away. "Is this seat taken?" He had a deep voice, that was the first thing I noticed. I sat there, staring at him like he had killed my beloved cat. The sight of him waving his hand in front of my face snapped me back to reality. "No, but some-" I tried to continue, but his voice cut me off. A devious grin caused his face to snarl up as he replied, "Good," before he took his seat beside me. My name is Anastasia Greene, and this is my story about the boy at the bus stop, who meant so much more to me, than I thought he would.
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There was something about him. Or maybe there was something about me. I didn't want him in my life but he ran into it; literally. He liked to hide in trees, irritate me, and read books; despite the fact that it went against his image. He was more than meets the eye. Although at first I didn't want to know more. He lured me in like an unsuspecting moth to an open flame. Knowing the dangers I went in, wanting to know more. It could hurt me but it was too irresistible and I was drawn in. This isn't how the bad boy made me bad or about how I made him good. This is about how we changed each other lives. In good and bad ways. Whatever that means. "I don't bite.... hard." He smirked at me, winking one of his bright hazel eyes at me. It only made me more frustrated. "Yeah but Hunter, if you did you'd probably give me rabies." I rolled my eyes looking back at the book in my hand.

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