Chapter 4-"Frozen Feelings"

                                    

                                          
A week had passed since the horrible Valentine's Day had happened. Thank God, I hated Valentine's day, all that lovey dovey stuff made me feel sick. 
Well, not really sick, but jealous. They say jealousy is a disease. That's very true, and I couldn't stand that Nicholas guy. How dare he talk to Karla. 
Unfortunately, I would have to see him again because I had college that same week. One Monday morning, I forced myself out of bed, washed myself, blah, blah, then I left the house. Only as I ran for the bus stop, I realized I had slipped breakfast. Usually, I would be able to catch the bus, but that morning, I couldn't, I was too hungry, too tired, too weak and groggy, of course, there was nothing to fuel my sprint, so as the bus pulled up, letting passengers out, I had ran out of breath and had began to stagger. Guess what? Bus drivers are bastards. 
Well, most of them. You know, they see you in their rear view mirror, running for their bus, and they decide to shut the door on you and mercilessly drive off as you stand there, watching helplessly at the bus stop. That was about to be me. By the time I had reached the bus, the doors began to shut on me until…a hand held them open. Those big, rough warrior-like hands. 
The possessor of those hands was Brandon Gordon, another nineteen-year-old dude, who went to the same college as me. My "best friend." I didn't consider him a best friend though, and I wouldn't throw such a word around so loosely, especially because of my past friendships.
"Yo, get in," Brandon yelled, battling the doors. 
I stepped into the bus and scanned my bus pass, but before I could take another step, the bus driver said, "You're holding us up!"
Didn't he know? I was hungry, tired and upset, he wanted to complain to me? As the doors shut, I stopped, glaring at him. 
"You should've waited for me," I snapped. 
"The world doesn't revolve around you, boy," he replied, pressing down on the pedal, flinging my back as the bus accelerated. 
Brandon placed his hand on my back.
"Give up, Zai, there's no point in arguing, he's a dick like the rest of 'em," Brandon said, as he led me to the back of the bus, he continued. "Y'know, once, when I was a kid, my mom pushed my baby bro in a stroller, taking me to school. We were running late because I had a little stomach ache. Anyway, we had to run for our bus. Guess what?"
"What?" 
"The asshole shut the door on us and drove off, leaving us to soak in the heavy rain and strong winds," Brandon said, smiling. He sat down beside a brunette haired girl, shaking his head. "Man, bus drivers are just dicks, man. If I was one, I'd wait for everyone."
"You can't, the bus drivers have to follow a schedule," the girl said, pushing up her glasses.
It was her. Jessica Jersey. The pretty nerdy girl who I went to high school with, who had somehow managed to become Brandon's girlfriend, and honestly, I never saw him dating a nerd like her, since he's a "cool kid" but he's a nice, accepting guy. 
Brandon looked at her with his fist over his mouth, chuckling softly. 
"I guess so." 
Jessica looked at me, since I had regrettably chosen to sit opposite her. 
"How are you, Zairo? How was your valentine's day?"
Why? Why ask me about that one day when I had a whole week off? 
I didn't understand what was so special about that damned day. 
"Um…fine…" I answered, shaky in my voice. "W-what about you?"