Luckily, George was quite still and didn't bother the girl, other than to make her suffer from his hateful presence. Dianna watched as Ian grew more restless as his and Emily's stop approached. "If all goes well, Ian would set George straight. If it all goes wrong, I'll regret not having some popcorn to watch the show."
The bus was approaching its penultimate stop. George looked to his right, realizing that Ian wasn't taking his eyes off him. He was glaring at him with a visible threatening look. George looked back and saw Dianna, who wasn't missing anything. Dianna felt discovered. "This bastard knows I like Ian. He wants me to die of jealousy, watching Ian defend that crybaby when he tries to touch her ass while she's trying to get off the bus." Dianna felt a shudder and tremendous disgust, climbing up her throat.
As Ian started to rise up from his seat, Dianna brought her face close to George's. She motioned with her hand for him to bring his ear closer. He obeyed as she whispered something almost inaudible. "Be polite and let that stupid off first or I'll rip your dick off when we reach our stop."
George started to feel harassed, especially when he saw Ian watching him like a wolf watches a fawn. Before the fearful girl got up, George had already disappeared, moving several seats back.
Dianna watched as Emily thanked Ian the fact that George was no longer harassing her. For some reason, Ian didn't answer. She watched them get off the high school bus. Then, Dianna quickly switched to the seats on the right, so she could watch them part ways as they reached the street; without saying anything to each other. Ian hadn't even look at the pariah as she walked away.
Dianna kept watching as the bus continued on its route. Eventually, she noticed the pariah turning to look at him. "Damn coward! As tall and grown up as you are... You're just stupid! If I were you, I'd smash the faces of all those assholes harassing you. Useless piece of shit! How little confidence you have in yourself! How can Ian like a piece of shit like you?". Dianna could barely contain herself. Her blood seemed to be boiling.
Abruptly, someone spoke to her from the other seats of the bus. It sounded like the voice of an old woman. "What a pity little girl! So much wasted potential."
Dianna was puzzled, seeing the old woman sitting on the high school bus. It wasn't the first time she had seen an old man sneak onto the bus to save a buck until the next stop. "What the hell is wrong with this old woman's head? Does she even know me to talk to me like that? Why would I feel sorry for that loser?"
The old woman smiled and blurted out with some hypocrisy. "You're so foolish that you think I'm referring to the poor girl who just got off the bus, don't you? The one you so graciously nicknamed 'RedCow'. Remember?" Dianna was perplexed as the old woman kept showing her how much she knew about them. "It was that day Nina asked you if the pariah was related to you, wasn't it? After that long summer, she asked you if you dyed your hair red and if you wore contacts to look like her."
Dianna seemed to remember every word that had come out of stupid Nina's mouth. "Look at you! Those boobs of yours have gotten enormous and you've grown a lot. Now you're almost as tall as that weepy redhead." Beth interrupted with her peculiar lack of respect for any living thing around her. "That's right! You look like a cash cow with those huge tits. You're going to have all the guys drooling."
Dianna didn't know what was worse. That those assholes were talking to her with such confidence or that they were comparing her to the pariah. Dianna was furious. She grabbed Nina and Beth by their clothes and screamed at them just an inch from their faces. "What the hell are you insinuating, you pieces of shit? Are you telling me I look like that stupid Red Cow?".
The old woman finished the sentence, bringing her back to the present. "Your old group of friends turned so pale they almost shit themselves. But, they liked the nickname you gave the pariah so much, that they automatically kept it." The old woman turned serious. "Did you ever apologize to her for all you've contribute to that girl's misery?"
Dianna received those words as if they had been spat in her face. "I don't know who you are, and I don't know who told you that bullshit, but you don't have the right to throw anything in my face. I haven't contributed to anything to do with her and I've never been friends with that fucking bunch of idiots."
The old woman interrupted her as if she hadn't heard anything. "Tell me the truth! When you started hating her... Did you already know Ian?"
Dianna didn't understand what the old woman was getting at. "Is she your granddaughter? If so..."
The old woman's voice changed to one from beyond the grave. "No dear! If she were my granddaughter, considering what I know you've done, you would have been compost for the plants long ago." Dianna paled at the sound of that voice, beginning to take the old woman very seriously.
The old woman looked ahead, distracted, as if she hadn't threatened to kill her. "Can't you see that Ian is also watching you? I can understand that you are unaware that she was his best friend in childhood." The old woman paused for a long moment while Dianna digested all this without changing her tense rictus. Then, the old woman continued, arrogantly. "Do you know how it is to have a best friend? That someone cares about you? That someone appreciates you? All this with no more interest than seeing that you're okay? What would you know? Not even dogs come near you. I can feel it."
Dianna felt that every word was a punch of reality. The old woman continued as if she enjoyed crushing her. "Ian is a burning heart that hates injustice. How do you think he would react if you hated his former best friend like that? Why do you have this fixation with Ian? He doesn't and will never fill the emptiness left by the love of your life. Where is the one who really makes you feel something special? Why did you leave him behind?"
Dianna could no longer contain herself, every word from that old woman made her more and more furious. "What the hell is wrong with this damn old woman?! How dare she talk to me like that! How the hell does she know all those things?! Is this a fucking hidden camera show?!"
The old woman whispered. "All because of those bastards, huh? They had their eye on you for a while, following you for days to see what route you took on your way home. All to know which was the best place to kidnap and rape you.
Dianna felt a twinge of terror when she heard those words out of the nosy old woman's mouth. "How the hell does she know that?"
The old woman didn't even hear her. "You were assaulted almost at the doorstep of your house. In that damned alley that only you had the guts to go through. So much courage and bravery only to have your life fall apart in a second. Like a house of cards in the hands of a capricious child. What a pity! Your father even made you move to another city when you no longer wanted to go out. And so, the boy who made you smile was left behind."
Dianna stopped listening to the old woman for a second, realizing that this was extremely serious. "What do you want from me?"
The old woman's eyes turned completely black. As if the pupil was all-encompassing. "I'm not here to talk about Ian, or Emily. I'm here to find out why inside you there is so much hatred for Emily, and, ... well ... something else. Something you shouldn't have."
Dianna leaned back in her seat, feeling tremendously disgusted. " W-What the hell? How did she do this?"
In that instant, she realized that outside the bus it was pitch dark, and, inside the bus, there was only them on board. Then, startled, Dianna jumped up from her seat, realizing that not even the driver was there. No one was driving. When she tried to ask the old woman what was going on; Dianna saw that, the old woman, had also disappeared. A horrible shudder ran through her body. "What the hell is going on?"
The bus stopped and the back door opened. Dianna ran out after quickly grabbing her things. She ran down the aisle as if the devil was chasing her, trying to catch her from behind. When she was about to go down the exit stairs, the old woman was waiting for her on the sidewalk. But her countenance was different. Much darker. "That's the way I like it! I'm in a bit of a hurry, brat. Come with me! We need to discuss an important matter."
Dianna didn't move an inch. "This gives me really bad vibes."
The old woman had started walking away, believing that the girl would catch up her soon. Realizing that was not the case, she stopped and turned around. She seemed to be getting angrier with every second. Suddenly, Dianna heard a shocking truth from the lips of that strange being. With a monstrous voice she blurted out. "I've come to take all of you who are going to die tomorrow on that bus. On that shitty excursion you don't feel like going on. I'm going to give a second chance to some of them. I want to see if you deserve a second chance or I'll let you disappear like dust."
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