Chapter 8 "Levi" Catcher called, "The bus is almost here, now hurry
up." We heard a small grunt, and then shuffling down the stairs. He
might of just woken up, but Levi looked amazing as usual: tight
skinny jeans, huge purple 'eastern border' skate shirt, purple vans
sneakers, dark hair creeping into his eyes, and white flat bill hat
on backwards. "I hate school." He said. " Already Levi?" Rye asked,
as he pushed his black, curly hair away from his face. I smiled at
cute little Rye. He was going to sit with Mrs. McDonald's daughter,
named Katy. We heard a soft knock on the door. " Katy's here."
Emerson said, from the kitchen. Rye ran up to the door, but opened
it slowly. I watched smiling. " Hi." A sweet soft voice said. " I'm
Katy McDonald, your next door neighbor Are you Rye?" The short,
skinny, baby faced-blue eyed, dirty blond said, shyly. " Yeah!" he
said enthusiastically. " Your Katy? Is our teacher nice? Does she
yell a lot?" Rye was a people person. He loved to talk, plus he
found from his visions Katy and him were to be the best of friends.
" She's evil. All the kids are afraid of her and call her 'Crazy
Heazy' " she giggled, and we heard a beep from outside. I looked at
Levi. " Bus." He smiled. He grabbed my hand, and dragged me to the
door. " Levi!" I said laughing. My hand was buzzing, like
lightening had hit it dead center. " Bus buddy?" he pulled me
towards him, whispering in my ear. I could feel his heart beating,
we were that close. " Sure." I breathed. " God, Levi. Let her go.
Catcher is throwing you daggers with his eyes. There are unknowing
children in the vicinity." Emerson glanced at Katy. Katy was
laughing hysterically with Rye, but she could have been looking at
the guys. A brother would have not been so… so loving, towards a
sister. I kindly pushed Levi off. He awkwardly stood. " Sorry
Hayden." He said his dark lashes hiding his eyes, along with his
hair, as he looked at his feet, then finally switched directions
too look in my eyes. " Its okay. We gotta go the bus is here!" I
grabbed my lunch that was sitting on a counter near the doors, and
put my red backpack on and my jacket. " So," Levi said as we all
filed out of the door, " How many changes did you make to your
outfit this morning?" This was the topic I had managed to avoid,
all morning. " 27." I said. " You're lying." He said. " I can read
minds remember?" he whispered. " Fine. 97." He snorted, as we
approached the bus. I had changed into my red skinnies first, and
had kept them on for a while as I changed shirts. My over all
outfit in the end though was a purple sweater over a while slouch
shirt, with a black smiley face, and my black ripped skinny jeans,
and pink vans. It was ok, but I could have done better. " Welcome
aboard. I'm Amy your bus driver. Names?" " Rye!" Rye screamed at
Amy. Katy rolled her eyes, and dragged Rye to the first two seats.
People were starring at us. " Catcher." He smiled at Amy enchanting
her. Levi made a disgusted face at me. I giggled. He stood and
waited for Emerson his bus buddy. "Emerson." Emerson said bobbing
his head in her direction. He was probably suffering. His main
power was extreme senses. He felt things differently, saw them
differently, heard things further away, (way further), tasted
things differently smelled things differently. The smelling was the
problem. The bus smelled worse then rotten milk mixed with skunk.
He walked off with Catcher not breathing- or at least trying not
too. I watched him, sadness creeping its way to my eyes. " Hayden?"
Levi said. " Oh right I'm Hayden. Nice to meet you Amy." She looked
at me. She was the definition of old beauty. Her hair was white but
it flowed perfectly, in soft ringlets, near her shoulder. She wore
her makeup light, but pulled it off well. She smiled at me. " Dim
girl." She smiled. Oh so her catch was that she was mean. Great
this was going to be fun. " And I'm Levi." He pushed me past Amy,
before I had a chance to slap her. Catcher and Emerson were near
other people. One was blond, and flirting with Emerson, the others
were quite. Catcher sat and looked out the window. Emerson nodded
to the blond, but his face was turned down. "Lets go sit by them."
I said, elbowing Levi. " Maybe we could distract everyone so we
could spray some febrezze." Levi suggested. It was genius. " Ok." I
said. We walked over. Catcher already knew what he had to do. The
bus started forward. " Hey." Levi said, to the blond. She glanced
over at him, and her infatuation with Emerson was over. " Hey. My
name is Becky. Who are you?" Becky smiled. She was beautiful, and
almost over confidant, but she didn't stand a chance with Levi. He
was mine! He glanced at me. " I'm Levi." She sighed. Right in front
of him too. He sat down behind her. I sat next to the nerd, who was
creeping on Emerson, from across the bus hallway. " Hello." I said,
smiling. He looked at me. " Hi." "What's your name?" I asked. His
attention was gone, but he was still acting like he was bored. I
heard Catcher spray the air freshener. Emerson breathed heavily.
"Micah. You?" His eyes were a strange silver color. I looked him up
and down. No he was not a nerd. He was the stereotypical daft punk.
The only normal thing about him was maybe his hair. It was longish
and brown. He wore an expensive looking camera around his neck. The
bus slowed. I watched as Katy, and Rye jumped off with other kids,
heading towards a turning road to a concrete building. He looked
back at me, past Micah. I blew him a kiss. " Uh Hayden. Nice to
meet you Micah." I smiled at him. He turned away and faced the
window. " Sorry, I saw something that caught my attention for a
picture." He said. " But it's gone already. Nice to meet you too."
He sighed, "why did you move here?" he asked, his face upset
almost. " Uh it's a long story, why do you ask?" I said turning the
question to him. " Because Marblehead is a boring, small town.
You've seen the world! Mr. Lassen my Social Studies teacher told me
about you family. You guys have lived all over! Why Marblehead?
Why?" he was getting really worked up about it. I was starting to
sense he really hated Marblehead. "My Mom she uh, really, uh
likes…" I paused making something up. "Small towns near the sea." I
said. He nodded. " Same here." The bus slowed near a huge brick
building. " Home sweet home!" I heard Becky say.
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