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really did not know the meaning of but had heard his mother use frequently).  Her clothes are so tight she must be a harlot (another term he did not know the meaning).  He wrapped tighter around his books as if to protect himself from, well, whatever devil worshiping harlots do.
                  Carissa, on the other hand, felt unnaturally comfortable next to the unknown figure.  She could see a sense of wondering in his strange but fluid movements.  She could only imagine what he thought, seeing as she did not notice his fingers tensing.  If she knew what he had just mentally labeled her, she would probably slap him.  But there was something about him that screamed at Carissa’s curiosity.  She could see he was a good looking young man, but not knowing anything about him and her feeling of mal-constituted calm made her uneasy.  “Hey, you new here?” She asked with a crack of uncertainty.
                  “No,” David answered, cold and unwelcoming. 
                  “I’ve never seen you on the bus,” Carissa said as they bounced heavy on a pothole.  David winced. 
                  “I don’t usually ride the bus.  My mother had to go to work early.”
                  “So, you gonna start?” Carissa said slow and sarcastic.
                  “No.  Could you please not talk to me?” David said as he turned back to the window.
                  “Excuse the fuck out of me,” Carissa said soft turning away.  I was trying to be nice.  Fuck you.  
                  The bus hit another bump and David winced again.  Carissa took it as a mock now, and she was pissed.  She turned to David with every intention telling him to fuck off.  With finger pointed and mental hammer cocked, she turned, breathed deep, and then noticed a spot spreading on the back of his white cotton button-up shirt.  It was red.  “Oh my God, you’re bleeding.”
                  David turned back to Carissa. There was no word for the look on his face.  All Carissa knew was this was the look of someone had been caught, embarrassed, and outed all at the same time. He touched the crimson spot.  “Oh, no. It’s going to stain,” David said with a soft but heavy breath. 
    Taken back, Carissa was overcome with an immediate and deep concern for this boy.  Carissa looked at him the same as she looked at Lea when she would scrape her knees.  Why do I even give a shit? All she knew was a boy was bleeding and that she needed to help him. 
                  David rubbed his thumb and index finger together, smearing the blood across his prints.  “Driver, stop the bus.” 
                  “Boy, you gotta be out of your mind,” the driver laughed.
                  “Please, stop the bus,” he pleaded.
                  “No way.  I like my job.” 
                  “Please,” David said one last time.  The tone of his voice echoed desperation and fear.  The minute grinding of applied brakes filled the air.  The bus came to a slow halt.  David rushed between the seat and Carissa’s knees without giving her a chance to move.  The spot had grown to the size of a potato and his shirt, obviously, was ruined. 
                  Carissa watched the boy she had just met trot then sprint back toward the last stop.  The look in his eyes, heated, depressed, scared, and despaired.  How could she see so much from a two second dead eyed pass?  The look stuck with her. She brushed her fingers through her hair.
    “What a Fucktard!” Scott’s voice broke. 
                  “Shut up, asshole!” She said.  Scott giggled a little but said nothing more. 
                  The bus pulled back onto the street, gaining speed with the increasing whine of the engine. David’s face fixated her.  Carissa wanted to know