drowning.

seven.

school was bullshit as usual.
if one more god damn person looks at me with those
"what the hell is wrong with her" eyes, i swear.

i cant stop thinking about the boy from the bus.
i regret what i said so bad.

the door bell rings.
who the hell?
its the boy.
what great coincidence.
how did he know where i lived?
i guess its not hard to look up an address.

"hey." he said.

"hey. im really sorry about how i treated you today.. im not a bitch ALL the time."

"no worries.. i think we got off on the wrong foot. twice."

i held out my hand. "im cassidy."

he took my hand. "lukas."

"do you want to come in?" he did.

we spent the entire afternoon sitting on my bed.
just talking.
we talked about small things that didnt matter and serious things.
i opened up to him and he listened.
he opened up to me in return.
we talked about our parents, i told him about my dad.
i told him about my moving, about how i felt.
and he listened.
alot of guys these days just want to take advantage of girls.
not him.

he told me about himself.
we had alot in common.
i had never felt something like that.

he left after that.
leaving me wanting more.