RIVER
When I left the room that morning, Taylor was not back yet. I wonder what had happened and would make him react the way he did last night. I know I should not be poking my nose into his matters, but I can't help myself at all. Walking to the bus stop is a chore until a car pulls up beside me. The horn blares at me, and I turn to see a dark-haired and black-eyed boy sitting in the driver's seat.
He gets down from the red convertible and comes to stand in front of me so I can't ignore him. He smiles, and his hair falls to cover one of his eyes slightly. He looks like a movie star. Was this school only filled with hot bad boys?
"Howdy." He had an accent, but I could not place my hand on what it was supposed to be.
"Hi," I say because I do not know who he is and why he would stop me
