Myra was quick to reprimand them, noticing Lloyd's annoyance.
"Fuck off, asshats. It was funny the first few times, but nobody wants to hear you whining like babies because you barely bruised your knuckle," She snaps, rolling her eyes.
Everybody who was awake turned to look. The boys looked a little embarrassed, and about half of them stopped, but the others kept going.
Myra just scoffed at this and pulled her legs back into her seat.
"So dumb," She mutters.
Lloyd glanced over at Myra, mildly surprised. He didn’t really expect anyone to try and stop the guys from pissing him off. He remembered having seen Myra before in the hallways, and he was pretty sure he had math with her, but they’d never really talked. He smiled slightly to himself and turned back to his book, crossing his ankles as he did.
It was unclear what had happened exactly, but only a few minutes after she yelled, she heard two voices.
"Bro, what the hell?"
Definitely Chad.
Aged eighteen, a total jock who spends the majority of his time trying to get a girlfriend. Sad, really, considering how popular he is.
"I'm sorry, dude. I didn't think you'd actually bleed!" Another voice said.
Myra couldn't identify that one.
"IT'S LITERALLY IN THE GAME TITLE. BLOODY KNUCKLES," Chad shouted, looking a bit mad.
"Shut up. Please," Myra said in a flat but loud tone.
Just two more hours to go.
Virgil looked up to see that the annoying dude who was screeching bad music had moved to sit in the row next to Virgil, just his luck. He glared at the kid for a moment and went back to shading and coloring on his phone quietly. His ear buds were in his bag which was stored away so he couldn't listen to his music, which was a shame because he could really use his music right now. Instead, he simply switched off his black hearing aids, good luck to anyone that tried to bother him. He really didn't know why he was sorred onto this bus, he was too tall for anyone to mistake him as a younger grade so someone probably fucked up on the sorting sheets.
Fynn watched as Virgil glared at him and groaned inwardly.
He didn't want people to hate him, but that was the price of being an attention seeker.
Ding!
Fynn jumped and pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket, reading the message his mother had sent him.
~
Met any pretty people so far?
??? No??? We haven't even gotten to the hotel???
Maybe there are some hotties on the bus.
Highly doubtful. All I can smell is testosterone and warm vanilla sugar. That's a bad sign already.
What about that girl, uh, what was her name?
Emily. She's old news though, mom. She moved weeks ago.
Whatever. Have fun, Fynn.
We'll see. ;')
What does ;') mean?
It's me hiding my pain and suffering.
Mhm. Text you tomorrow.
Yikes. I'll be busy floating around in a pool then.
Oh well, guess I won't be there to claim your body when you die of sunburn.
Doubtful. Of both.
~
Fynn sighed and closed out his messages, replacing them on his screen with Tumblr.
For the next two hours, he was going to keep to his memes the best he could.
Virgin continued to shade, cursing under his breath in a bit of Russian as he finished. Now what was he going to do, he didn't have any games on his phone and Martin was probably asleep, then he remebered, Martin bassicly had redbull in their veins, they didn't sleep.
amy (the most wonderful woman in the world) sat in the last seat in her row. Headphones in, she was doing her best to ignore everyone. She had her notebook out, rewriting one of her stories and occasionally drawing pictures of what was happening. She dared to glance at Isak. He was hot, she gave him that, but she knew she really didn't have a chance. Scratch that, she had no chance what so ever. Especially since no one knew she existed.
Fynn had started quietly singing songs from The Heathers musical in an attempt to avoid boredom, but it was hard to keep quiet when he hit harder notes.
Eventually, he moved on to play games on his phone, not concerned about data (his family paid for unlimited, lucky him). He probably should've made a friend before the trip so he could have a bus buddy.
~
Myra felt like dying. Not only were Chad and his pal arguing loudly, but there was nothing interesting to be seen as they drove.
She wasn't going to stop them, though, as she was tired of speaking.
We better be at least somewhat close to being there. I can’t stand these people for much longer… Lloyd sighed and shook his head slightly, turning the page of his book. “Hey, Windsor!” One of the jocks yelled at him. “Yes, Brian?” “What are you doing on the senior bus?” “I’m a senior. Obviously.” “Nuh uh! You’re too young to be a senior! What are you, twelve?” “I’m sixteen, and I skipped a couple grades. What’s it to you?” Brian seemed annoyed for some reason, but Lloyd didn’t really care much.
As his music got less ecstatic, Isak picked up his book. It was one of his favorites, with marked sentences on almost every page. The pages were worn and the cover was frayed on the edges. Just like with his music, Isak stuck to things that he loved. Although he could sometimes be spontaneous, he still liked having routines for things. Running, for example. Running the same path every morning made him calm, and things felt as maybe they weren’t as messed up as they really were. Isak opened the book on a random page and started reading.
Myra groaned inwardly at the new conflict, and then let out a loud, over dramatic sigh.
"Just about thirty minutes," She whispered to herself.
~
Fynn suddenly got a bright idea.
Well, not so much bright as really dumb.
"WATER ISN'T WET, DUDE. DEAL WITH IT," He yelled, attempting to start some sort of argument, no matter how small.
All he got were a few groans, though, and he was quick to shrink back down in his seat.
Lloyd sighed and resumed ignoring everyone on the bus. Brian was saying something, but Lloyd wasn’t listening in the slightest. Eventually, Brian seemed to get bored and left Lloyd alone. God, this trip better end soon. Lloyd thought to himself, frustrated with everyone at the moment.
((Just a note, y'all are allowed to initiate time skips if you want, lol.
Isak couldn’t help but to snort out a laugh. Fynn was really something extra. He looked around the bus. As he looked around at people, a gaze suddenly met his. It was that shy girl in the back of the bus, the one who never seemed to speak and who always walked a bit behind everyone else. He gave her a quick smile and met her eyes for a second. He wasn’t sure why she was staring at him, but he didn’t want to be rude.
Fynn heard a laugh, and regained his confidence.
"I don't think that was funny enough to laugh at, but thanks pal," He yelled, kneeling on his seat to make his face visible.
His attention was quickly diverted by some roadkill, though.
"Is that a raccoon?!" He asked loudly, smashing his face against the glass and fogging it up, before realizing the pain he had caused himself.
He pulled his face from the glass, rubbing his nose, and looked over at the nearest teacher, who happened to be glaring at him. He just stuck his tongue out and then went on to sing 7 Rings, making sure each swear was loud and clear, earning several scoldings from teachers.
If there were only ten minutes left on the bus, he'd make them annoying.
~
So, before we get to the hotel, any requests for roommates? (Concerning the boys, as rooms will be groups of 2-3. Not asking for girls since there are only two so far. :c Hopefully some new people join later.)
(Virgil can room with whoever, he's going to be an ads hole either way.)
(Same for Lloyd, but he’ll be less of an ass. Idk whether he’d be paired with a senior since he is one or a sophomore since he’s 16)
amy (the most wonderful woman in the world) blinked rapidly. Had Isak just smiled at her? There was no way. She looked away, slightly saddened. It had to have been someone else he was looking at; it always was. Of course, it had never bothered her much before, and it still didn't. That's what she told herself, anyway. Absentmindedly, she sketched Isak.
(Isak can be roomed with whoever as well…)
Next to him, Isak’s friend poked his arm. Isak pulled the headphones of. ”Yeah, dude, what is it?”
His friend, Ed, pointed discretely at amy (the most wonderful woman in the world). ”The creepy girl is staring at you again.”
Isak looked back at amy (the most wonderful woman in the world). ”Yeah, I know that. Besides, she’s not creepy. Just shy, that’s all.”
Ed stared at him for a second, then went back to his phone. ”Yeah, whatever.”
Isak looked at amy (the most wonderful woman in the world). She was always so quiet. He wondered why. And also, what the hell did Ed mean with ’again’?
Virgil clicked his hearing aids on, just to hear how long they had left in the drive. He didnt hear the teacher so he tapped the annoying kid's shoulder. "Pardon me, how much time do we have left." He asked, vooce leveled.
A student in the seat in front of amy (the most wonderful woman in the world) turned to look at one of their friends, catching a glimpse of her notebook. They snatched it from her.
"Hey, Isak!" They called. amy (the most wonderful woman in the world) tried to get her notebook back.
"Give it back you little sh*t!"
Fynn jumped-he was so shocked at the interaction that he yelped and cried.
Through his tears, he managed an answer.
"About ten minutes," He said, a bit too loudly as he swiped at his eyes. "It'd be nice if you didn't scare me next time you ask me something,"
Virgil gave a small laugh. "Thanks. And would you much rather me signing?" He asked, he blinked his eyes a few times, his contacts were being a bitch at tge moment. "I would still have to tap your shoulder though." He signed, just to show he could.
Isak ripped his headphones off. ”Dude, I’m trying to hear the music!” He yelled at whoever called his name. ”Stop yelling at me all the time!”
Gods, they really can’t shut up, can they? He looked around to see who called his name, thought that he could at least answer them since he had already taken his headphones off.