Station Number 22

He was standing there, watching me curiously.
There was something weird about him. His appearance was mysterious, there was something about him that screamed "dangerous", but I couldn't really decrypt what. I don't know how but I felt like I've already seen him before.
His brown hair was messy in a quite attractive way. His blue eyes never leaved mine. He was about 20, but I'm not sure, he was standing pretty far from me, leaning against the wall, his hands in the pockets of his Jeans.
He was wearing a black t-shirt, and he was about 6 foot tall.
It felt so weird, I knew he was looking at me, but I did't really know why.
Well, I don't look like a model, not at all actually. My brown hair was cascading down my shoulders, it wasn't that long, but it wasn't short, either.
"Hey, katty!" My om called me from behind. "Are you gonna stand there like a statue for a long time? Where gonna miss the train, and I don't want to wait twenty minutes to the next one. You know how much I'm tired." She asked. My Mom is very strict, and she never gets behind the schedule.
"Alright." I said, rolling my eyes.
"Katerina, what did I tell you about rolling your eyes? It's-"
"Rude and disrespectful." I finished the sentence for her. It was like the hundredth time she was saying that.
"Good, so let's go." She said and started pacing toward the train station.
My Mom has a car, I mean, she had a car, till the accident. Good thing she had time to get out of the car, bacause it was completely destroyed. Some idiot didn't stop the car at the red light, and he's crashed into my mother's one. I bet he'd bribed the driving teacher to get his driver's license. I rolled my eyes at the thought.
I turned around to look at my mother, who was waiting for me angrily.
I turned back to face the weird guy, but to my surprise, he wasn't there anymore, it was like he hadn't been there at all.
Whit the strange feeling in my gut, I started pacing toward the train that was already there, in station number 22.