absolute silent pandemonium

don't panic -coldplay

"Mind if I sit next to you?" He said with that brilliantly bright smile he always cockily flaunted.

She didn't spare him a glance though, choosing instead to continue reading the People magazine in front of her, eyes flitting left to right.

"Okay then…" He drawled, taking a seat next to this brunette. He crossed his legs and whipped out his phone, reading the text with silence.

Plz give me a 2nd chance –C

He rolled his eyes while sighing impatiently, typing a response immediately.

No. im srry

The brunette on his left snorted quietly. He whipped his head to stare in curiosity. "What?"

She finally lifted her head after a pregnant pause. Her eyes were a shocking shade of…amber? They just pierced him, he felt like he was a bug under the microscope—which was the way he was supposed to make other people feel; not the other way around. She uncrossed her long legs and said nothing.

"A breakup is funny to you?" He asked with wide-doe-like eyes, a hint of a smile blooming on his tan face. She rolled her bullet eyes, a thin line tracing her lips.

He couldn't stop staring.

"Just another player," she muttered, rolling those daggers. He scoffed but a proud smile was intact.

"That obvious?"

She nodded again, her eyes resting on the magazine once again, not giving him the satisfaction of her attention. Her heart was racing a little too fast, his blond hair was tousled in a just got out of bed wildness, his brown eyes were the brownest shade of brown she'd ever seen but they were framed with coal black thick lashes (she was jealous), and that damn cocky half smirk was irritating her beyond repair.

His smirk deepened, "You wouldn't understand," he said with sarcasm dripping. "At least I have experience with relationships."

He'd never seen amber harden the way they did, her fine line of lips turning even thinner. She looked pissed, but he's never seen anything so intimidatingly attractive.

Hot.

"You're so pig-headed," she stated, looking out the bus window again. They passed by apartments and the obvious of sorts.

"Why thank you." He was the least bit bothered by this feisty unfriendly brunette. "But," he began, "you don't even know me. So therefor, you're judging is a moot point."

She arched an eyebrow. "What makes it moot?"

"Well for starters, you don't know me. You met me basically two minutes ago and when that happened, your heart raced and your cheeks heated up. Second of all, you won't get to know me considering my stop is the one after this one. And third… you're so predictable."

She wasn't fazed though, her eyes locked with his and he felt paralyzed under her watchful intent gaze. "Me? Predictable?"

He nodded with a sunny smile placating his face, once again. He smiled too much, she thought with annoyance.

"Yep." His smile grew, if possible.

She cocked another eyebrow, her eyes meeting those browns once again. "I can be spontaneous." She noted, as well as winced, the stubborn child-like tone quality her voice dawned.

"I doubt that," he admitted, biting his bottom lip; he reminded her of her old golden retriever, Smash. Although, Smash wasn't a pigheaded asshole.

"I can." She insisted, sitting up, and barely noticing the fact that his stop was less than a minute away.

"Oh, can you?"

She nodded eagerly, animation lighting up her face. "Like this."

She leaned over and smacked her glossed lips to his slightly chapped ones. Shock flowed through his body and sparks—fucking sparks—shocked his lips when hers touched his. She must've felt it too because she jumped back, almost falling off her seat, in surprise. But the surprise that lit up her face quickly disappeared and was hurriedly masked with a perfect smirk.

"I kissed a stranger," she said with pride echoing in her voice, "I am spontaneous."

He silently thanked god for choosing to take bus #16 to school today.

The bus came to a slow stop.

"Nice meeting you," she nodded him off, her eyes back on the magazine again. A quick careless dismissal. He smiled to himself, pleased with the fact that he managed to let his phone drop out of his pocket onto his seat.

"Bye." He made his way down the aisle, lips still tingling, and paid the driver. He stepped down the stairs and began walking down the street. The bus howled as it began to move again but came to an immediate halt when he took about eight steps.

He didn't turn around, just wore a huge grin on his freckle-free face. Hands in his coat pocket, he listened.

"Come back here, pighead." She shouted, speed-walking towards his stoic body.

"Pighead?" He asked a shocked, hurt look on his face. She snorted.

"Here's your phone, Cinderella," she hurriedly handed him his phone while glancing back to make sure the bus hadn't departed.

But it was already speeding away.

"Shit." She cursed, her face dropping in annoyance. He took one look at her and laughed.

"Screw you." She growled in a un-lady-like manner.

"You wish you could," he cockily replied.

She stomped her foot and he almost died with laughter.

"On the bright side, at least you got the best kiss of your life today." He said lightly, watching her stare at the retreating bus.

"I hate you."

"No, you love me," he chortled, watching her as she picked out her phone to speed-dial.

"—Claire? Can you pick me up? I'm stuck with this asshole," she hissed into the microphone. "Yes…okay…fine…bye."

"Princess' can't find a carriage to take her back to the castle?" He asked while batting his eyelashes. Despite the circumstances and the fact that she wanted to sock the guy, she let out a slight hint of a smile.

"Last time I checked you were the princess." She retorted quickly, "Which by the way was not an accident."

Smart girl.

His sides hurt from laughter. She just groaned in frustration again. "I'm late for class."

She quickly began to walk in the other direction.

"Wait," he called. "What's your name?"

She didn't reply instead just strode forward.

"Wait, Miss I'm-spontaneous," he ran after her. "What's your name?"

"Look pighead," she sighed, a giggle emitting as she used his nick-name, "all you need to know about me is that I am not someone you want to waste time on. Okay? The kiss was for fun, nothing else." With that, she solidly strutted away.

Fine. –C

*R&R*

A three-shot…yay?

Or nay?

-another moment gone-