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how you hang out with this guy.”  Carissa smirked looking at the crumple mess of teen rejection squirming on the ground.
                  “Bitch,” Scott choked out from his new perch spot on the pavement.  He rolled to his side, his face glowing red.
                  Rob laughed looking to Carissa.  Carissa was looking down enjoying Scott’s well deserved shot in the nuts.  Rob’s laugh faded when he noticed the morning light cast a slight shadow across Carissa’s face.  The dark line brought out the gold flecks in her unusually green eyes.  He knew she was beautiful.  He knew it was not some passing infatuation, but his tragic flaw was their emotional standing. 
                  Rob’s departure had happened the same morning they had met twelve years before.  His tiny heart had swelled when she appeared at that bus stop.  Even then Rob knew the unfortunate fact they probably would not always go to school together.  He just knew one day Carissa would move.  At five, Rob’s paranoid but real look at the world gave way to an unusual caustic truth.  As luck would go, Rob’s had never been a trustworthy companion. He knew the young girl would be taken from him.  But, it had never happened, and he was finding it harder and harder to keep how he felt secret. I am such a fucking cliché. Pessimism was Rob’s constant mistress.
                  In reality, Carissa was caught in this strange love triangle with two boys, her best friends, and never knew she was the acute.  If she had to decide between them, it would tear them all apart.  Although she had no idea about Rob’s desire, she knew that Scott was slightly interested but knew he would never step to more than dirty jokes and the occasional “accidental” brush. She was ok with that but thought of Scott making a serious attempt made her nervous. She hoped he would never put her into a position to hurt him.
                  The sound of the bus’s engine snapped the moment back to the present bus stop shenanigans.  Rob could see the yellow beast rounding the corner two blocks away.  “Get up, man.  The bus is here.”
                  Scott groaned as he peeled off the ground.  “Man, I think that one made me sterile.”  All three laughed as Scott stood with his hands on his knees, the pain still running sharp into his stomach.
    Carissa’s morning strike was not the first assault on Scott’s advance.  In fact, this was probably closer to the tenth time. Sometimes she would grab her breasts, lick her lips, she had even rubbed Scott’s stomach a time or two.  However, the result always ended with Scott in pain and Carissa laughing.  He could not believe she had done it again.  He could not recall how many times she kicked him in the balls but he knew this probably would not be the last.
                  The three climbed onto the bus.  The seats were packed, like every other morning, but immediately they noticed that there was one full seat and half a seat available.  Usually at this stop, there were two full seats vacant.  They would sit by each other and bullshit all the way to school. Scott and Rob made their way to the open seat leaving Carissa on her own.  “Later,” Scott said.
    Ah, fuck! Now, I gotta sit with someone I don’t even like . Truthfully, she did not really like anybody especially people she had never met.  “Sit down!” Irritated, the driver stared at her through the mirror.  The air brake brakes hissed as Carissa leaned into the one empty seat.
     
                  David did not speak to Carissa.  No grunt. No snort. He gave no audible evidence of his rejective content.  He wanted her to move.  He was uncomfortable in the presence of, who he thought, was “undesirable” in God’s eyes.  She could not be trusted.  He noticed the red lipstick and immediately designated her as a “Devil Worshiper” (a phrase he