p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""SAMUEL! WAKE YOUR ASS UP! YOU'RE GONNA MISS THE BUS!"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I groaned and rolled over in bed so I could check my alarm clock. It read 6:00. My alarm hadn't even gone off yet. I didn't have to be awake for at least another half an hour to get ready./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""THE HELL MOM? I DON'T HAVE TO BE UP FOR ANOTHER HALF HOUR!" I yelled back./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""OH," There was a brief moment of silence, "SORRY. MY WATCH IS OFF."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""WHY ARE WE ALL YELLING?!" My sister Anna, older than my 16 by only a year, added. She had likely already been awake though, as she took an obnoxiously long time to get ready. Which was fine with me, really, since it left a wider window of opportunity to take a shower./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""SHUT UP," My mom replied rather grumpily and there was sweet, blissful quiet through the house. I watched the sunlight filter through my window, a certain peacefulness in the air that could only be achieved in the early hours in the morning. I let out a sigh. There was no way I was gonna get back to sleep now./p
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p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"A half an hour and I'm already showered and dressed, leaving me with roughly 45 minutes until the bus actually arrived. I give myself one last once over in the mirror. My light brown hair is fairly short, almost reaching my pale gray eyes, and tussled messily since I don't really do anything with it. My body is rather average, not really chubby and not really skinny. Somewhere in between. My outfit today is pretty average too, just a pair of jeans and a regular gray t-shirt. Overall, my appearance could be described in one word: average. I run a hand through my hair quickly, straighten my shirt, and head downstairs to get breakfast./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Morning Samuel," Mom chirped, obviously in a better mood than earlier. She and my sister was already sitting at the table in the kitchen, with my mom reading the newspaper while Anna eating cereal and playing on her phone./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Moooooom," I whined, fixing a bowl of Rice Krispies -my favorite cereal- for myself, "I asked you to start calling me Sam like, a month ago. Can't you respect my wishes?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Sure thing, emSam,/em" She rolled her eyes at me as I pull into the chair next to her. "Are you excited for school today? It's emSeptember 16/ememth/emafter all." My eyes widen as a spoonful of cereal is halfway to my face./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Is it really? Fuck."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Watch your language!" My mother glared at me, smacking me upside the head while my sister laughed at me./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Yeah yeah, sorry," I grumbled./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I guess I should explain - I kind of hate the date September 16th. With a burning passion/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I guess that's kind of weird, I don't think most people hate specific dates. But most of the bad things in my life have managed to happen on that day. I broke my arm on September 16th. My first (and only, really) girlfriend broke up with me on September 16th. My old best friend moved away on September 16th. My dog died on September 16th. My dad left us on September 16th. So yeah. I think you get the gist of it. Usually I was more aware when it was coming up, but I guess it snuck up on me this year. Bastard date./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Maybe this'll be the year to break the cycle of bad luck," Anna offered, getting up and putting her bowl into the dishwasher./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""That's what you say every year," I sulked, swishing my cereal around my bowl dejectedly. The Rice Krispies snap, crackled, and popped cheerfully, unaware of my plight. "It never is though."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Get over it," Mom said, "It's all just a coincidence anyway. Today will be fine. You'll see." Our little conversation was interrupted by a car honking outside./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Oh! That's Daniel," Anna said, grabbing her backpack, "Love you mom! See you tonight," She kissed our mother on the cheek, tustled my hair and then was out the door. Daniel was her boyfriend of 5 years. Crazy, right? They had been together forever and she usually rode with him rather than taking the bus or driving herself. I, however, was not so lucky. I got to ride the bus every day, with its screaming children and asshole bus driver who I swear passed our house on purpose half the time. I emshould /emhave my license already, since I'm 16 now but stupid Indiana law didn't let you get your license until you were 16 emand a half./em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Fucking Indiana law and its stupid bullshit./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""So, any cute girls caught your eye?" Mom changes the subject, grinning at me over her newspaper. My face instantly goes red./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Mom!" I yell at her while she fucking emcackles/em at me. "I don't wanna talk to you about something like that!" Truth be told there was, sort of, a girl. Her name was Marie and she was in my math class. She had the prettiest blond hair and the softest looking lips…/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'm just teasing you," She looks down at her watch and stands up, "I need to go ahead and leave. I gotta be at work a little bit early to help prepare a presentation for a meeting today. Do emnot /emmiss the bus today." She glared pointedly at me./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""It's not my fault!" I throw my hands up in the air exasperatedly, "It's Henrietta's fault! She fucking sees me and then goes by anyway! She's an evil, conniving bitch who plots my academic downfall!" She only shakes her head exasperatedly at me. She never believes me about Henrietta. I swear it's not my fault!/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Henrietta is a perfectly nice woman," Mom says, grabbing her purse and missing me on the head, "And I told you to watch your mouth! Now behave yourself today. I know it's September 16th, but you're gonna be just fine." And with that, she's out the door. I roll my eyes and stick my tongue out after her. What can I say, I'm the epitome of maturity./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I look up at the clock on the kitchen wall and let out a heavy sigh. Still a long ass time until the bus arrives./p
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p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Somehow, and it must be a miracle considering the day it is, I make it onto the bus. Henrietta glares at me the whole time I get on but I don't really care. Bitch can glare all she wants. I even manage to get the last empty seat on the bus too, which I'm considering an odd stroke of good luck. I can't let my guard down yet though, the Great Mall Incident of '07 started out as a good day too./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"The bus ride goes as expected for a while. The little kids in the front scream and throw things and the teenagers in back talk obnoxiously loud and also throw things. I hate bus rides with a passion, I really do. I put my headphones in and try to block them out with some good old Blackmill but even turning it up all the way doesn't stop the noise completely. I groan in frustration and slam my head against the window./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"…Which, in retrospect, is not my best idea. It hurts like a motherfuck, but I can't bring myself to take my head off the window. I pout about my own stupidity, watching the houses and trees race by the bus and wishing today could be over so I could just lay in bed and not have to worry about all the bad things that could happen. But unfortunately, here I am, speeding towards the hellhole commonly referred to as high school. My interested is, however, peaked as the bus stops in a place that I can't remember it ever stopping at. I lift my head up to watch who was going to enter the bus and emholy hell that guy is massive./em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"It seems impossible that the guy that steps onto the bus is in high school. He's tall as fuck, almost hitting the ceiling of the bus, so I'd say he's about 6'7. He was tan with black hair that was spiked up and eyes that were the fucking brightest shade of green I'd ever seen on a person. Not to mention he was god damn emripped./em His gray t-shirt hugged his body tightly and his biceps looked fucking huge. This guy looked like a motherfucking statue of a Greek god that just up and walked out of the museum. The noise on the bus died down as everyone stared at the new guy. You could practically emfeel /emthe drool of the estrogen filled teenage girls. The guy flushed red, obviously aware of the looks he was getting. His eyes scanned the seats for a seat as he walked down the aisle and his eyes somehow connected with mine and emoh fuck no he'd better not-/em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""- mind if I sit here with you?" I pull out an earbud in time to hear the last of sentence, though I think I can manage to figure out the rest of what he said. He shoots me a smile and of course the teenage Adonis has the whitest, straightest teeth in fucking universe./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Uh yeah, I guess so." I said, shifting my backpack to the floor so he could sit. I didn't really want to sit by anyone at all, I just wanted to blare my music and watch the scenery fly by, but being the incredibly nice person that I was, I couldn't say no. Not to mention he looked kind of like one of the douche-y, jock type people and that wasn't fly with me./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Thanks," He said, placing his backpack on the floor and taking the seat by me. I could feel the hatred and jealousy radiating from every girl on the bus. His broad-ass shoulders pressed into me, barely managing to fit into the seat. "Um, I'm Isaac by the way. Isaac Blake" He reached his hand over./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Sam Williams," I reply, shaking the offered hand. I couldn't help but notice his hands were rough and calloused. "How the fuck do you even exist?" His face goes bright red./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""W-what?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You look like a god damn bodybuilder or something," I say, poking at one of his massive biceps. He manages to go a little redder and grins sheepishly at me./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I was in football, wrestling, and baseball at my old school and I just uh. Work out a lot I guess."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""That's a bit of an understatement," I snort, pulling the other earbud out of my ear so I can converse properly. "So where you from then?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Uh, it's this little town in Texas called Oakvale."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Really? You don't have the Texas accent."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Yeah, I didn't actually grow up there. I lived in Washington and we moved to Texas when I was like 10."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Cool, cool," I say, "So what brings your folks up to Indiana then?" He hesitates before answering./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Uh well, no good reason really. Folks just wanted a change I guess." He says, not meeting my eyes. I raise my eyebrow at the obvious lie but don't push it. He didn't want to say and I didn't care enough to find out./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Alright," I shrug, turning back to watch out the window, putting one of my earbuds back in. We sit in an uncomfortable silence for a little bit before I hear him talk again./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""So uh," He starts, "What music are you listening to?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""It's called chillstep," I said, turning back towards him. "Ever heard of it?" He shook his head./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Nope. Never."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Well…it's kinda exactly what it sounds like. Dubstep, but mellow dubstep. You wanna listen?" He nods his head timidly and he has to bend down a little so that my other earbud can actually reach his ear because he's so fucking tall. I scroll through my playlist until I find one of my favorites, Pandemonium by Arkasia. When the song's over, I take the earbud out of his ear and pause my iPod./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Whatcha think?" I ask, grinning up at him. His face looks thoughtful./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""It's definitely different from most of what I've heard before," He says, "But it's a good different. I definitely liked it."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Sweet man! It's my favorite kind of music. I pretty much love all electronic music really, but chillstep's my favorite."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""This is the first time I've really listened to any electronic music actually. Other than the little you hear on the radio anyway," He says, his face tinging red a little bit./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""For real? It's the best." I can't help but grin again. I love talking about music. "What's your favorite kind of music?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Rock mostly. My favorite band is Coheed and Cambria." Isaac says, smiling back at me./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""That's pretty cool. Can't say I've heard of them though."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Uh, I can show you if you'd like," He says, kind of nervously. I shrug./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Sure," I say, and pass my headphones over to him and before long, we're jamming out in our little bus seat./p
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p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"The rest of the bus ride passes by pretty fast and it seems like just a couple minutes before we arrive at Hell. Or Randleton High School. It's the same thing, really. Isaac bundles up my headphones and hands them back to me rather reluctantly as we both stand up and wait for our chance to step out into the stream of people./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Your favorite band there is pretty cool," I say as Isaac squeezes into a gap between people, letting me out when he can./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Aren't they?" He smiles at me again with his way too perfect teeth and I can't help but smile back. My smile is cut short, however, by the ground suddenly rushing towards my face. I yelp and close my eyes, bracing myself for impact./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"It never comes./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I crack my eyes open to see the ground inches away from my face. Strange. I didn't think I'd ever develop levitating powers./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Are you alright?" I hear Isaac ask from behind me. I look back to see that I actually did not develop awesome powers of levitation and it was instead Isaac holding onto my shirt that kept me from falling. Which, I have to admit, is a little disappointing. Don't get me wrong, I was grateful he kept me from breaking my face but being able to levitate would be hella cool./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Yeah, I'm good," I answer as he pulls me back up to my feet. "Thanks, Young Superman." Yet again, Isaac goes red in the face. It's kind of amusing, really, how easily this hulking teenager blushes./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Not a problem," He says, scratching the back of his head sheepishly as we start walking again. "H-hey uh, I know I've already bothered you plenty today, but would you mind helping me find my classes?" I blink in surprised, shocked that he would think he was bothering me after saving my face like that./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""For sure man. How can I say no to my personal hero?" I grin and flutter my eyebrows up at him. His face only goes redder as he hands me his schedule silently. I scan my eyes over it for a few seconds./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Hey, we actually have a few classes together. Three to be specific. Plus lunch." I say, "And your locker isn't super far from mine. Here, follow me and I'll show you."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"As I walk towards the locker area with Isaac in tow, I can't help but feel that maybe Anna was right. Maybe this would be an alright September 16th for once./p
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p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"A/N: So one time I started writing a story and this was it. Hope you enjoyed it haha. I'll prooobably continue this. Probably. Please leave a review, constructive criticism is awesome :D/p