Running up my driveway, I just managed to arrive three minutes before the bus showed up. Considering I had all that time from before, I guess you can tell that I am a procrastinator. Yet, I manage… just barely though. Getting on the bus, I quickly looked around for an empty seat. Now normally bus drivers are supposed to wait until you're seated, but not mine. She took off while I was still making my way to the seat I picked out and I almost fell. Luckily, I sat down and naturally took off my backpack and put it so it leaned against the frame of the bus without making a fool of myself. My friends were around where I sat, but I was usually quite in the mornings and I scooted closer to the window.

Deciding I actually wanted to lean against the window, I took my backpack and held it on top of my legs, scooting even closer to the cold frame and window of the bus. Sighing, and fogging up the window with my warm breath, I leaned my head against the cold window and looked out. I breathed evenly, but even then my window fogged up fast. Eventually I got over it and decided to close my eyes and wait until the bus came to a stop in the bus loop at the school. We were usually the first ones there and I really didn't mind the idea after a while.

In my head I pictured the trip to school and when the bus stopped, I scrunched up my eyebrows, knowing well that we missed a turn. Sighing again, I let it pass because I could hear someone getting on the bus. What surprised me though was that the bus went completely silent. I only left my eyes closed and leaned further onto the cold frame of the bus. I actually didn't mind the cold; it was strangely comfortable against the heated bus.

However, by thoughts were cut short when I heard someone sitting beside me. I was surprised, but it didn't show on my face. Yet, my mind did go over the possibilities of why out of three empty seats I was sure of when I first got on, there was at least one empty since there were only two more kids that got on after I did. So you could imagine why I was asking myself what was going on. I did want to be alone, but my small posture I guess by the window was an open invite. Oh well, 'my bad' as some of the people said.

My curiosity got the better of me, so I opened my eyes just a bit and pretend to straighten up in my seat, to lean against the back of it instead of slouching on the window. Doing this, I carefully took a chance and looked to my left, trying to figure out who had sat next to me. When I saw who it was, my breath caught in my throat and I had butterflies in my stomach. Of course now I knew why everyone went silent as this guy got on. Yep, that's right, a really hot guy sat next to me, of all people! I am sure my friends would be mad at me by the bus ride back, but honestly I didn't believe that he was their type.

My friends were my friends since elementary being in a small town and all. Yet, this guy was new. I've never seen him before. He was either a transfer student from somewhere or he moved from somewhere else. He had a dirty blonde hair which was rather long for a guy, but that was the style now it seems. It went down to the tips of his eyes, but not enough to cover them exactly. Oh yeah, now that I can see, I think his eyes are a wonderful light blue. Breathtaking really! Okay, so now that I see his appearance I know at least one of my friends now who are going to flip and so be mad at me.

A few moments later or maybe seconds later, I quickly let my now straight back lay against the seat and put my forehead to the window again like before. I breathed out of my nose and I loved how it would fog up against the window. Yeah, I guess it was pretty cold this morning. Don't ask me why I liked to see the window like that, I just did. Call me weird all you want, but I can like what I like and you can go ahead and like whatever you like. Now that I think about it, hopefully that guy didn't see me trying to 'sneak' a peak at him. Keeping my eyes focused on watching the window I thought very dimly about the guy sitting next to me and about my friend who might like him.

Oh that friend of mine was a backstabber as I remembered last year. I liked this new kid on the bus and apparently he had moved, but when I told my friend that I liked him, she admitted she did too! That Bitch! My anger now was seething and my fists were clutching into balls. All the things she did to get the guy away from acknowledging me went through my head. I grit my teeth together and tried to calm down. I took in a breath and held it for about ten seconds. Then I let it out slowly through my lips. The window fogged up again, but I wasn't watching. I was to busy glaring knives into the back of my friends head who sat up front.

You may ask why she is still my friend and I ask myself the same question. I really hate it. I guess we've shared so many secrets, ideas, and thoughts over our course of so many years together in school since elementary that we can't separate for fear of getting stabbed in the back, but that already happened to me from her. Gah! I really need to calm down.

The next thing I knew, the bus had stopped and was opening the doors. People in the front got up and I had my book bag in my lap, getting ready to get up when I noticed that the guy from before was not getting up. He had is head down and it looked like he might have been sleeping or in deep thought. I needed to get off and I kind of couldn't get out of the seat until he moved. Plus, I kind of felt sorry for the guy since he was getting weird looks from people. I stood up in my seat and put my backpack over my left shoulder.

"Hey…"

I whispered out to him when my left arm touched his shoulder. However, only my fingertips brushed is shoulder considering he moved out of my touch. Okay, I can completely understand that part, but I was just trying to help! My thoughts came back and I noticed the boy was standing this time, looking into my eyes with his own light blue. I felt only a small heat brush into my cheeks and that was it. I was so happy too! I managed to hold in most of my blush. The next thing I knew, he had muttered something and it sounded like a 'thanks' from the boy. I was going to say the whole 'you're welcome' thing but the guy was already filling out of the bus. Oh well, time to get off and face my friends who are probably waiting outside the bus just for me when they never usually did.

I got off the bus and sure enough, there were my friends waiting for me. Oh I am in such deep shit, I thought to myself. Surely enough once I was away from the door, they swarmed around me. There was Jen, Sierra, and Sarah –the 'back-stabber', and who else was this? Bruce? Oh my gosh! It was the guy that I liked last year and Sarah asked him out and everything and I still don't know if they're going out or not. Well, I guess after a while I didn't mind and I guess Bruce and I were friends now. Interesting, but why would he be around me and the girls? Anyway, I guess he might have been trying to be nice, I'll give him that much for now. Okay so now that we began to take a step away again, I knew what was going to happen in three, two, one…

"Hey Kayla…!" Jen.

"Who was the cute guy you were sitting next to?" That damnable friend of mine, Sarah.

"Ooh, Kayla… who was that?" Sierra.

Oh how lovely. I am suddenly popular with my friends. Jen was the best and she told me last week who she liked and I haven't said a think about it! Yeah! Aren't I a great friend? I was so glad she told me and then she hasn't told anyone else so the only person that knows who she likes is herself and me. Sarah was the back stabber as I said before. I am still mad at her for that. Then there was Sierra, somewhat of a laid-back girl. She was hard to explain.

Sarah was so… for lack of a better word, 'tense' I guess. Oh, and Bruce, he was rather quite sometimes. Come to think about it, he hasn't said anything to me yet. Well, I guess he wouldn't ask 'who was the hot guy?' Haha! I laughed in my head and made a small laugh in my throat. That would be funny and extremely weird. Good thing maybe he didn't ask that. Now, I was about to answer when something rammed into the back of me and I tripped forward, just waiting to hit the ground.

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Alright, so... what did you think? Should I continue? Oh yes, and please review! They are fuel! Let's maybe aim for seven maybe? Thanks!

Akari

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