Loved and lost


2. The bus ride

As I'm sitting there listening to music I don't keep track of where the bus is on it's route and I look up from my iPod. There he is. The one that I let go. The very one that I had such a connection with. He walks on the bus, right past me like I'm not even there, and takes his seat in the back of the bus. God I miss him. I turn and look away from him and I get hit with a piece of paper in the face. I look behind me and a couple seats back are the preps giggling. I hear one of them say "haha emo slut!" I pretend I don't hear and put my earphone back in my ear. I don't say anything for the rest of the bus ride. 

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