CHAPTER 6 He looked out of the window, recognizing the short-cut grass and nicely trimmed bushes well, complimented by the rows of similar houses, all upper-middle class, but not quite rich. "Still thinking about her?" Angie said in his ear. He jumped. "Agh! Don't do that!" he said "Why not? It's so much fun seeing you jump like that." Angie teases. He looks away, back towards the relatively fancy neighbourhood. "So are you still thinking about her?" She pressed on, "Cause you should be. No way should you let that little harpy b**** get her way, being the total attention whore she is." Angie scoffs in disgust. "She was just trying to use you, you know?" "Yeah yeah, I know. I never liked her, she's too spoiled and used to getting her way..." The bus began to slow down, some of the slightly less observant students looked around, checking to see if they were at the school yet. The majority by far kept talking. When the bus stopped, the first person in was a girl, chestnut hair going straight down her back, turquoise colored eyes, reminicent of the ocean, gazing at whatever held her attention. Those eyes passed over him, and stopped, staring directly into his own. Time slowed to a crawl as he felt his face heating up like a barbeque, blushing almost guiltily. She began walking down the aisle in the bus, closer and closer to him, and Angie moved to the seat behind, making room for her, "in case" she wanted to sit next to him. Suddenly the spell was broken, the girl tripped just before she reached his seat, and immidiately another girl, bright blonde hair, baby blue eyes, stood at his seat, preventing him from checking the girl. "Good morning, Kris."
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Shorty update again! CHAPTER 7 Kris pushes past the blonde, running straight for the fallen brunette, who was getting up slowly. "Bridget! Hey, are you OK?" Bridget looks up, "Yeah, nothing to worry about." she ignores Kris's outstreched hand and gets up. "See? She's fine." the blondes tone was unmistakably scornful, "Come and sit down here, Kris." "Shut the hell up, Ice Queen." says Angie from behind her. She spins around- "Who dares address me like that?!" Angie raises her hand, "Just little ol' me, Ms. Angie, at your Majesty's service." Angie was very obviously being sarcastic. "How dare you?! Do you know who I am?!" The blondes eyes blaze with fury. "Sure do, Tiffany "Icy B****" Pearl, head cheerleader and expert on "How to get your way 101", the coldest daddy's girl you'll find on this side of the world." Kris mutters, loud enough for Tiffany herself to hear. Tiffany gasps, along with just about the entire bus, and sits down in shock. Kris turns around to find that Bridget has already gone somewhere else and sat down, and instead he goes and sits down a bit further back, away from Tiffany. Angie follows him, and the other students begin whispering.