You make it

As you approach the bus stop you are relieved to see that, though the bus is already there, the long line of people getting on will hold it up long enough for you to get to it.

As you run up to the queue you are greeted by a familiar male voice.

“Yo Cam! Sure cutting it fine today aren’t ya? I can’t wait for the day you miss it entirely you lazy git.”

The voice belongs to your only proper friend, a fellow martial artist by the name of William Halfpelt, a childhood companion and your sparring partner. Together with him you originally discovered your abilities to use this ‘magic’, though your power is greater (as he has often commented, it’s over 9000).

“So how you feeling this morning mate? Decided to drag your ass into college after all?”

With that he playfully punches you on the arm, an action that that starts up one of your mock fights. You and he flick punches at each other for a few minutes before moving back to the queue and climbing onto the bus. You wave your pass at the driver before climbing up the stairs to the top deck of the bus.

At this early stage in the morning the bus is virtually empty, and so you take a pair of seats at the back of the bus, and Will sits at the front next to his current girlfriend.

You sit staring out of the window aimlessly, looking out into the cloudy countryside, coloured a dull grey by the lack of sunlight and the cold. Sighing you turn around to put your back against the window and spot a girl sitting opposite you.

She has a great figure your body instantly realises, and the short, black, denim miniskirt and tight, red t-shirt just go to accentuate this fact. Long, dark hair falls in curls and waves down her back and from looking at her face and legs you can tell she is rather pale skinned. As you look up her legs you notice with a distinct pleasure that her position of seating has drawn up her already short skirt to nearly expose her arse.

Pulling up your knees to your chest to hide any potential embarrassment you continue to observe the girl. She turns her head toward you so you look away, not wanting to be noticed to be staring.

The bus journey drags on and on, and you keep glancing at the girl, maybe you could think of something to do to pass the time?