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>on daily bus drive to school
>decide to sit next to this cute girl
>i've seen her a little around school, seems very lonely and keeps to herself
>she's reading, but seems somewhat happy that someone is siting next to her
>"What are you reading?"
>She looks up from her book, grateful that someone is interacting with her
>"Oh, it's just a post-apocalyptic novel about-"
>"Eh. Sounds stupid"
>Pull out cigarette, I stare at her expectedly
>"Well? You got a light?"
>"N-no..."
>"Great. Of course you don't."
>Put cigarette back into pocket
>Pull out a ziploc bag of cheerios, start eating them
>"You want some?"
>"Thanks anon!"
>She goes to grab some
>I violently pull the bag away from her
>"I asked if you WANTED some, not that you COULD have some"
>"S-sorry..."
>"You better be sorry" I say, to the deafening crunch of cheerios
>"...Why are you being so... mean to me...?"
>"Mean!? Like what, like how your daddy is to your mommy?!"
>She looks shocked
>"Oh yes, I know all about their little arguments at home"
>She becomes visibly upset
>"I know they're going through their divorce, the whole school knows. God you really are clueless. Look at you, sitting there, with your book. Probably think you're introspective or something."
>I can hear the cracks in her voice
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>"No...I-...I just like these books..."
>"The best part is you probably think this is your fault. They're having troubles with their marriage because you weren't the sweet little girl they thought you'd be."
>"...Please...stop..."
>"What was it dear? The way they never talk to you when you get home?"
>"...stop..."
>"Or was it the constant fights they would get in late at night while you tried to sleep?"
>"...stop...!"
>"I know, it's all the times at dinner when y-"
>"STOP!"
>Whole bus is silent
>Tears are flowing down her eyes
>Realize what I've done
>"...I-...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. I don't know what came over me."
>We stare into each-others eyes for a moment
>The way she looked at me is what really killed me.
>She looked so sympathetic, that after all this, she was ready to forgive me
>I pull out a napkin and wipe away her tears
>She nods thankfully, we share no words for a few moments
>Eventually hand here some cheerios
>"Here. Take some."
>She smiles and goes to take some
>"Psych!" I close my fist and break the cheerios into a fine dust, rubbing the grains in her face
>Her tears run down my hands as I cover her face with the dust
>"Pathetic."
>She spends the rest of the drive staring out the window with cheerio dust on her face, as I happily eat the rest of the bag
>We arrive at school
>I get up and throw the empty ziploc bag at her face
>"Adios, bitch"
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>>35459848
heh dont pretend it wasn't the short bush you rode
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>>35459848
>Pull out a cigarette I stare at her expectedly
This is some low qual bait buddy
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