The chick’s name was Eva and she turned out to be pretty badass. We talked on the way home about Jack and any stupid subject that crossed our minds.

She dropped me off at my new house and I crashed out on my bed as soon as I laid my head on the pillow. I woke with sour breath and a craving for a shower. As I scrubbed my body, I remembered my steamy make-out session with Jack and smiled to myself.

There was no way in Hell he’d remember.

I got on the bus and was greeted by his exaggerated smile. I scoffed, rolled my eyes, and walked straight to the back.

“Where ya goin, lover??” He asked, coaxing a small laugh from the friend sitting next to him.

“Go to Hell.” I said, trying to suppress my own smile.

I sat down, popped in my ear buds and tried not to think about what Jack was telling his bus buddy.

After school that day, he was daring enough to sit next to me. His was the next-to-last top and mine was the last one. Everyone else on the bus was crowded up at the front giggling about the gossip that day had given them and we were in the very back.

He kissed me out of nowhere and the bus bumped shortly thereafter, knocking my sense back into me.

“I’m not your fucking girlfriend.” I said.

“I never said you were.” He was still smiling.

“I’m not your fuck-buddy either.”

“Well, I certainly never said that.”

His eyes were so fucking blue they were hypnotizing me. And why the Hell was he messing with me?? A goth girl usually threw guys like him off.

But, apparently, he wasn’t like guys like him.

I can’t remember who kissed who after that, but…

We made out until he had to get off the bus.

I knew then and there he was a weakness and I couldn’t trust myself alone with him. Hell knows what else I would do.

I never could leave it at just making out.

From then on, I rode with Eva to and from school, despite Jack’s dramatic lamentations.