Maxxie Oliver- the fucking bus Part 1

                                    

                                          
Due to a recent obsession with the TV show, Skins, I'll be turning this story into somewhere I can write about characters from the show as well. You don't need to know who these characters are to understand the story here. If you have any requests from a TV, please send some requests. I've seen many shows so it's likely I've see one you might be thinking of :)
This main character I'm writing is completely made up and this didn't happen in the show. However, there will be bits of the story that links to what has actually happened.  In skins Maxxie, the love interest here, is a gay character but for the purpose of this story he can be seen as either straight or bisexual, it's up to you how you would want to view him. 
Warnings: smoking, swearing, talk of sexual themes, sexual harassment and abuse
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"Are you excited for college, hun?" My Nan asks me as she places orange juice down in front of me.
"The only person I know is Michelle, I'm terrified. The last thing I would he is excited." I laugh taking a quick drink before checking the time.
"You will be amazing, don't worry. Now, off you go or you'll be late." She giggles giving me a bit of money for the shops or something to get during the day.
I kiss her cheek, thanking her before grabbing my bag, swinging it over my shoulder and heading out. I began living with my Nan two years ago when my mum dropped me off. Both my parents were awful people and I've been a whole lot better without them. I'm wearing layered tank tops, low cut, some overlapping jewellery which my Nan thinks looks amazing, a black mini skirt with some fishnet tights and some casual boots. I've got long blonde hair which I agree doesn't particularly match the aesthetic of my outfit choices but I don't care all that much. My make up is simple with a subtle smokey eye and lip gloss.
I'm currently sat on the bus, unfortunately I don't live close to the school so I have to catch a bus every morning and after school. I can't say I'm too bothered though. I watch as kids get on, some I can tell to go college here, some look to be attending the private school close by. Busy buses have never been a problem for me, I actually enjoy chaos. From afar mostly. 
A Middle Aged man decides to take a seat next to me, nothing wrong with that. It's what he does next which I'm not so okay with. The bus is crowded, yes, but there's plenty seats available. Some people chose to stand. I'm knocked out of my own world of thoughts hidden away in my head when I feel a cold hand knock against my thigh. Maybe it was an accident? I'm sure he's just a sweet clumsy man. Except he's not. His hand now takes a tight grip onto my mid thigh, shocking me.
"What are you doing?" I ask annoyed, this clearly wasn't a good start to today.
"You'll love it, shut your pretty little mouth." He says smirking at me and moving his hand up my thigh, and using his other hand to start touching my breast. His hand grips onto my body as it if it belonged to him, as if it didn't harm me, as I it was consensual. What the actual fuck?
"Get off her, fucking wanker!" Someone shouts dragging him away from me and out of the seat with a strong clasp on his collar. Then he throws 2 quick punches to his nose. 
At this point the bus driver has taken notice off all the commotion. And instead of just kicking the man off of the bus, all three of us are forced to leave.
"Fucking twat!" I yell at the driver as he speeds past me.
"Hey, are you alright?" The boy who helped me smiles. I'd be lying if I said he wasn't attractive because he's definitely a looker.
"I could've handled it on my own, I don't need some knight in shining armour shit every time a man wants to touch me up." I say once again, angrily. I could be thanking this boy but I needed to get that bus to school and now I'm late. "Whatever, I don't have time to argue with you." I say rolling my eyes and wandering off, leaving him stunned and frozen in place.