I shove the bread slice in my mouth as I run to the bus stop. I don’t want to be late on my first day in high school. I managed to say bye to dad on the way and since my mom said bye to us and the world when I was 5, I couldn’t say bye to her again.
I also smacked my older brother Alex on the way. As I was running, my long red hair was blocking the view of the street from my green eyes. And as I expected, I fell. I tripped as my leg tangled with my shoelace. My face came in contact with the ground.
“Ouch!” I say as I sit up.
I see someone’s shoes. My eyes travel up and meet a pair of brown eyes. The boy who was standing there smirking at me had black hair and a muscular body and was wearing the same school dress. I turned my face away from embarrassment.
“Need a hand?” he asks as he leans down a little.
I was about to take his hand when he turns away and says:
“Oops, got to go, I will miss my bus....”
“What a tease...” I say.
I look down at my knee which was now throbbing with pain. It was bruised and a little bit of blood was coming out. I stand up and stop myself from falling down again.
Who was he? I was thinking as I looked at him. He stopped and turned around. His hands were in his pockets as he walked over to me.
“Are you hurt?” he asks.
I think it came out more as a joke or sarcastic remark.
“I am not. Even if I was, you will miss the bus. Go on, why do you care?” I say pouting and turning away probably offended.
He grabs my wrist and hurls me around.
“I do care about a clumsy, hurt and beautiful girl.” He says smirking.
“Then don’t.” I say crossing my arms.
“And why don’t I?” he says as he takes out a bandage from his backpack, bends down and applies it lightly on my wound.
He has a bandage in his backpack?! I wonder what else...
No inappropriate thoughts.
“Because you I don’t know you.” I say.
“Brandon Smith. Now you do.” He says smirking again.
I hate his smirk. I sigh as I start walking away. I am sure I would be late if I wait a few minutes more.
“Wait here Muffin...” he says as he grabs my waist and pulls me back.
“What did you just call me!” I ask surprisingly.
“Muffin.” He chuckles.
“What else?” I ask.
“Well I am not done, will you give me the pleasure, the gentleman who helped you to know your name?” he asks.
I don’t want to but I have to get away from this annoying idiot.
“Anna Johnson.” I say sighing.
“Nice name but I prefer Muffin more...” he smirks and starts walking away.
“I am Anna Grace Johnson, okay?” I mutter irritated.
I don’t really like it when people give me names. Well he saw how much I was irritated by it.
“What did you say Muffin?” he asks chuckling.
“You know what, I am done!” I say as I stomp my foot and walk to the bus stop.