Take the seat with the frat boy.

From Create Your Own Story

You can't help but stare at the college guy listening to some music. You smile to yourself as you strut to the seat next to him, putting your bus pass in your pocket. "Hey," you say, making eye contact. The frat boy had jet black hair and gold eyes. His skin was pale, covered with a couple tattoos. "Hi," he replies, showing some annoyance in his voice. "So, where you going?" you ask. "Food Mart, gotta get some more melons." Suddenly, the bus stops in front of your work.

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The Bus

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