Thirty Days

Thirty days to say goodbye... |Option two of the NaNoWriMo competition!|


8. Twenty-Three



I stumbled onto the bus, ignoring the jeers around me. 

"Aw, poor little baby." A guy I've never even spoken to before sneers. "Do you need help getting to your seat?

I grimace as I slip into my seat, but I don't say anything. The same guy continues to make snide remarks at me. I slide lower and lower in my seat, my cheeks growing warm.

"Hey, cut it out!"

I glance up, feeling the seat creak and dip underneath me.

"Hey!" Johnathan says,waving his hand. "How are you?"

"I didn't know you rode this bus." I said, fiddling with the zipper on my coat.

"Likewise," he said. "I don't know. You're pretty silent on a regular basis."

"Is that so?" I say, raising my eyebrows. "Not sure if that was a compliment... or an insult," I finish, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Hey," Johnathan says softly, placing a hand on my arm. "I didn't mean anything by it. I- aw, jeez, look. I'm sorry, okay?"

"That's... that's fine." I say quietly. "But, thanks for getting that guy to leave me alone."

"No problem." Johnathan replies, smiling at me. "He shouldn't have been bugging someone as- someone like you, anyways."

My smile once again deepens into a frown. "Someone like me?" My gaze drifts out the window, to the coldness of fall afternoons.

I hear a long sigh emit from Johnathan, and it was a while before he spoke. "Look, I didn't mean anything by it." I hear him mutter after a bit.

The bus slowed. "Well, this is my spot." Johnathen said, leaping up. "See ya around, Maria." 

I watched after him as he walked down the street.

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