Yes, second chapter going up, and this-I just love Conrad so much man.

Hurray! Second Chapter!

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Conrad made it a point to not to miss the bus anymore. Not just because of his mother panicking at his lateness the other day but because of him. He curls up against the vibrating glass and tin wall of the bus, feeling somewhat fortunate that he had a window seat all to himself. He still moped about the loss of his sketch book, but he told himself a folder filled with clean computer paper worked just as well. That and he wouldn't be able to draw on the bus. The bus constantly shook and stopped, and made it impossible to draw anything well.

He sighed slightly as predictably, the bus jolted harshly for another stop. He stared out the window, letting his mind wander, not even noticing a certain teenager being let on. Said teen dropped the coins in the payment slot and walked down the aisle and spotted Conrad.

And just like that, Conrad's day was ruined again, because this teenager was the same as a few days before. The same teen that violated his privacy, insulted his work and ruined his sketch book. Luce recognized Conrad and smirked widely. The only difference in his appearance from last time was the dingy fur lined jacket he found in the charity bin. He saunters down the aisle, sprawling into the open seat, legs spread madly, taking up much of the space.

Conrad felt himself being pushed up even more up against the wall and for a split second assumed it was just a very fat man sitting next to him. Until he turned his head and saw the teens face.

He squeaked.

"Ey Connie~" Luce grinned darkly. He was able to find- and remember the kids real name. Isn't that sweet? "'Member me?"

"Oh GOD!" Horrified, he slammed himself up against the wall of the bus, trying to get as far as away as he could from Worth. Away from him and what looked like a flea infested coat with road kill stitched on it. "W-Why are you sitting next to me? Leave me alone!" His tone was desperate and had a embarrassingly whinny ring to it.

Worths' smirk widened. "Ah, so ya DO rem'ber me. 'M touched." He noted the boy's retreating. "Ey, ey, s'public property. I kin sit wher'ver I wants." Rolling his eyes, he sat up correctly, giving Conrad a bit of breathing room as he stretched. "Di'nt mummy ever teach ya s'not attractive ta whine?" he asked as he ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair. (Literally dirty blonde hair mind you)

Biting the insides of his cheek, Conrad stopped his squirming when he finally got a bit of his personal space back. "I k-know but... " This wasn't right. He shouldn't be talking to this guy. He found himself shaking slightly. "M-My mom told me not to talk to people…ah- I mean, people like you, people like you."

Worth was a bit surprised the kid took the rhetorical question seriously. He frowned at the shaking. "Like me eh? Lemmie tell ya kid, ya ain't gonna meet an'one like me." He had a gut feeling that the kid was avoiding something, but shrugged it off. He leaned back and stretched an arm around the kid. "Eesh, quit yer blubbering. S'mbaressing fer a kid like you."

The boy protested weakly at first, defensively stating that he was not in fact blubbering. But when he felt that arm stretch around his shoulder, he started to have a panic attack, franticly slapping the arm away like it was a snake. "Don't touch me! Don't touch me!"

Blinking, Worth took back his arm, surprised at the hysterical reaction. "Aw'ight, aw'ight, jeezus… Essh, ya sound like my mum, go up a coule octaves why don'cha?" He quirked an eyebrow at the kid. "Where's the notepad kiddie?"

"I-I left it at home…" He opted for a lie, wanting this conversation to end as quickly as possible. But that was impossible because this bus seemed to refuse to get to his destination as quickly as he would have liked. Worth could tell the kid was lying however but even if he wanted to call him out on it, the boy changed the subject. "What is your name anyways?"

It'd be nice to know the name of his stalker.

Luce wondered about just giving Lamont's name, but then decided against it. It was just a kid- what would he do with it anyways? "S'Worth. Luce Worth." He smirked. "And don'cha ferget it."

"I don't think I'd be able to…" Calmed down, Conrad seemed to be somewhat pouting about his unfortunate situation. "Why are you even bothering me?" He tried so hard being invisible, but he attracted the attention of one of the most violent boys on campus. How did that add up?

Luce stared at the boy like he was an idiot. "M'not. Yer jest in the wrong place 't the wrong time." He rolled his eyes. "Grow a backbone, th'n t'won't bother ya 's much." He poked the boy in the chest. "Ya make it too easy, kid."

Conrad flinched at the poke. "I-I have a backbone!" he protested weakly. "It's not my fault y-you're doing this!" He was the victim here- you couldn't just go and blame the victim!

Luce continued poking. "Prove it." He flicked the boy's glasses. "'S in mah nature. T'e more ya complain, t'e more I enjoy it. Got it?" Smirking, he ruffled the kid's hair. "Yer such a spazz."

The boy flinched with each touch, and it was starting to look quite pathetic. "I-I-stopitjeasus! Am I supposed to just take it?" he whined.

Why couldn't this bus go faster?

Luce snickered. "Little dumbass." He released with a smirk; hand falling to his lap. "Ya can fight back, but I t'ink yer too muchuva pansy ta try." He was enjoying himself. "Quit yer whining. S'not flattering."

This confused Conrad. "Y-You want me to fight back?" he asked baffled. "...why?"

Luce shrugged. " S' funny. " He was distracted for a moment by something out the window. "I'v been called a mas'chist bafore. M'ght've s'mth'ng ta do w'th it." A pause. "I unno. Ya also stop actin like a baby at one po'nt. S' an option. T'ink 's called fight er flight."

"You're insane! I'm not a baby, I just want to be left alone. I shouldn't have to even make that choice." He hugged his bag in front of him as he saw the bus was about to finally pull into his stop. "T-That's my stop! Please just leave me alone!"He squeezed past Luce, and finally managed to escape off the bus, leaving behind Luce and his twisted little smirk.