I hated having to move house, a different country and continent at that, and to make it worse, just before the last year of my highschool.
I have to ride the bus to attend a private tutorial class on the other side of town so I could catch up for my senior year.
My adoptive parents have decided to move back to their home country for dad's business, but they haven't given a thought to my situation. They just told me that I could enrol in the nearest high school next schoolyear and that they'd enrol me for now under a tutor so I could improve my Japanese and catch up on their curriculum.
"Are they kidding me?" I thought. "Who transfers school in the middle of the year?"
It's not the language or cultural barrier that annoys me or the fact that they have a different academic system. I was told often enough that I was smart. It was the fact that I don't have friends in a foreign land, which I dislike.
I was still a little miffed about my parents as much as I loved them when I rode the bus that day. I wore my hoodie over my head and stuffed my ears with my Ipod. Suddenly I had a whiff of something smelling nice, or rather someone.
Smells like soap and something distinctively like a boy, I thought, and realized it was from the guy who had just sat beside me.
He was cute, no scratch that, he was beautiful. He had the face like those seen in mangas and animes, with his fine features and pale skin in contrast with his dark hair. He also emitted this cool dark and untouchable persona with his furrowed brows and scowl lost in concentration over his book. He looked around my age and wore those cute high school uniforms that I've noticed were popular here. I kind of liked the idea of wearing one of those cute high school girl uniforms myself. I was about to look away when I noticed the badge in his uniform was the school my parents wanted me to go to next year.
"Was this a sign?" I thought.
He looked so aloof and mysterious, like a puzzle that the idea of transferring to his school was suddenly appealing. Maybe it would be nice to meet and get to know him.
He got down on the next stop and I was a little disappointed to see him go. He did not even look up and notice me.
Everyday since then, I would wait for him to board the bus at exactly 6:00am.I always try to reserve the seat beside me for him. He'd sit and start to read a book, sometimes it's his books in class like english, science, history. Other times, He'd be reading novels and mangas.
He'd go on that way, unmindful of his surrounding and of me. I have deduced that he was either sociophobic or outrightly indifferent. I could go on looking at him, unnoticed, with his image filling me.
By 6:30, he'd be gone on his stop, leaving me with the lingering scent that was uniquely him.