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"Pardon me!" Stevie scoffed.
She was shocked at the crudeness of his question, all she'd done was try to introduce herself. It definitely wasn't her fault that the stranger had fallen asleep and she very graciously moved his bag. She assumed he didn't pay for both of the seats since Riley and her were the last to board and there were no other available seats.
The stranger let out a sigh. He was not in the mood to deal with an over obsessed fan. Who else in their right mind would sit next to a stranger for a four hour bus ride?
"I said, where my fucking ba-"
"I thought so." Stevie interrupted him, she wore a scowl on her face. It was evident and she didn't mind. She wanted to show the stranger that talking to her using cuss words wasn't going to get him anywhere.
"I thought so?" He mimicked her. "I fucking thought so." He mumbled under his breath.
Stevie wasn't sure if the stranger was imitating her or if he was genuinely confused. But because of his rude 'introduction' she did not think it was the latter.
"Alright what do you want it to say?" The stranger faced her while he reached into his pocket and pulled out a sharpie.
"Want what to say?" Stevie asked him baffled. He had seemed to calm down and that was a good sign. She didn't have much of a temper but she also wasn't going to let people talk down to her.
"Whatever it is you want me to sign babe." He smirked at her, eyeing her chest. The girl was heavy chested which surprised him because she had a slim waist. He didn't even bother to figure out if she had a butt because he was a boobs girl.
Stevie felt the glare on her chest and pulled up her maroon tank top. The last thing she wanted was a rude stranger hitting on her.
"I don't want you to sign anything." She answered him. Who did he think he was?
"Alright, then how much do you want?" The boy began as he reached into his other pocket and pulled out a wallet.
She could tell that whatever was in that wallet, there was a lot of it. It could've been all 1$ bills for all she'd known.
"I don't want your money." She threw back the couple of hundred bills he tossed onto her lap a few second before. She looked at him in disgust.
"Do you think I'm a prostitute or something?" She spoke still bewildered at the scene that was occurring.
"Or something."
The stranger collected the money before giving her a sinister grin. Stevie was getting annoyed by his arrogance, but she also did not want to start conflict on public transportation.
"Where's my bag?" He asked impatiently for what seemed like the 20th time.
"I put it in the overhead compartment." Stevie replied to him staring at the seat in front of her. She didn't want to look at him as she knew it would only make her angrier.
"Fuck." The stranger swore again. It made Stevie cringe, she rarely swore and it made her uncomfortable when others did. She assumed the stranger swore for attention because he had no real reason to.
The stranger then began looking into the pouch on the seat in front of him. Stevie was utterly confused with what he was doing. She wondered if he had OCD, he seemed so freaked out that he bag wasn't where he left it.
"If you want your bag so badly I can-"
"No it's not that." He cut her off. "I seemed to have lost something." His tone had changed. He didn't seem upset anymore. He scratched his head waiting for her to reply.
"What? Your heart?" She mumbled under her breath not really caring if the boy next to her had heard her.
"No. Never mind." He spoke. No girl had ever said something like that to him. He was supposed to be the one out of all his friends who had the biggest heart. But he could tell that this girl saw past the facade that the media and the fans couldn't.
Stevie grinned, she was happy with herself. She had seemed to leave the boy speechless, which also meant no more cuss words. She grabbed her back pack she ruffled through it looking for her headphones.
"What are you looking for?" He asked her.
"Why do you care?" She bitterly replied to him. The sudden interest he had in her made Stevie uncomfortable. She did not want this rude boy to know anything about her.
"You're right." He answered and grabbed his headphones and waved them into her face glorified. "I don't."