Once again, I'm on a roll! Although, I think I'm putting the other story on hold. I'm having a severe case of WB. Writer's Block!! It sucks, I know. But…just wait. I'll get back to it as soon as I can. In the mean time, please enjoy this lovely story.
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I scurried through the crowd of students, towards Drew who was leaning against our bus. This was a part of my life I long to enjoy. Riding the bus for me, was like being handed a bar of gold! Not only was Drew there, but he just got done from P.E. at the end of the day.
Drew greeted me with a friendly wave. I grinned, and took notice to his bare torso. He wasn't an Adonis, but he was damn close. His beauty made me ignore the unpleasant stench that seemed to linger when he pulled me into a bear hug. I, still smiling like an idiot, barely made it up the bus steps.
Drew searched for a seat. It wasn't that hard today since there was supposedly a football game this evening. Everyone always hangs round the sides of the building, until they let them in. There wasn't much to do, though. I've never hung out after, because of the fact that "Fresh Meat wouldn't last a minute around the Seniors". I really didn't want to anyway until Drew started leaving off the bus to meet a mob of girls. I guess he was grounded for this week, because he stayed today.
I sat in the second seat in the front, motioning for Drew to come and sit with me. He shook his head, and moved towards the sophomore girls waiting for him in the back. He threw his backpack at me. "Could you watch this for me? It's too crowded back there". Before I could even get one word out, he gave me a wink. "Thanks." With that, he disappeared into the back, leaving me with his crap.
I often got mad at him for doing that. But who can stay mad at a thing like that? I mean, no one could stay mad at a kitten, or a puppy! As the bus drove off, I silently stared out the window, looking at all the kids and cars rushing by and sighed. What an , I thought.
I knew I was being used, I knew deep down he'd never feel anything for me. I'd always be his "little sister" to him. But I still felt stronger things for him. Despe all the labor he chooses to make me do. I really liked him. Everything feels complete and right. I feel like I could do anything with him around. This, little mind rant, convinces my friends that I'm in love.
Boredom seeming to overwhelm me, I opened his backpack and started digging. I couldn't help but laugh. I held it up, and yelled "I think you're gonna need way more of this, Drew". He glared at me. "Who said you could get into my shit, you stupid brat?" Okay, this made me very angry. I mean sure, he acts out in front of his friends. However, this was the first time he ever insulted me. I had to think for a second. Is something wrong? Could I have done something?
I continued my search into deep inside his bag, and pulled some papers up. To: Andrew, my love, it had scrawled on the front in big bold print. I opened it, and started reading:
I'm just going to get to the point. It's over.
I gasped, and continued:
This would be for many reasons. One, I know you're cheating, and I know who she is.
Two, you're cheating on me with a freshman.
Three, you're pretty lame to be ing a freshman. I guess that's your c kicking in. I always knew you'd end up like that. You always want to take charge, when you know you can't so you rely on weed to make yourself feel better. I guess Putting Evelyn into this must make you feel so masculine. I guess you're getting what you want. But if you ever touch her, or force her into anything, I'll personally beat your ass.
Love, Clara D
I didn't know if I should laugh, or cry. They were dating behind my back. I shook my head, and threw his things in the direction of his seat. He suddenly looked up. "Ev, what the are you doing?" , he yelled. The bus skidded to a halt, and the bus driver was telling us to calm down. Ignoring her comment, I got up and smacked him across the face with tears streaming down my cheeks. Immediately, he got up and held my wrists. "What the is wrong with you? Are you insane?" He screamed. I opened my hand, and showed him the note I found.
He glanced at it, then back at me with sympathetic eyes. "Ev, I was going-"
"You weren't nothing! I spat at him. No one could understand me at this point. My voice was on such a high octave, opera singers would be jealous. I stormed off the bus, not caring where I was running to. Then, a rock appeared under my feet. I flew forward, feeling the air rush out of me. I laid there until I heard a whisper. "Ev, I'm sorry." Drew replied. My head was resting in his lap.
I scrambled to my feet. "You lied to me", tears forming in my eyes again. "You and Clara dated without me knowing. Why the would you do that?
"I thought you knew", he said softly. He got up, and stood over me. "I didn't know it'd bother you so much either. As a matter of fact, why does it bother you?"
I hesitated. "Andrew Meade, I think I'm in love with you"
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