Ryder

You sit there, staring out the window as the bus continues its journey back home. You can feel Ryder's eyes on you, but you refuse to acknowledge his presence.

You watch him sigh and fidget in his seat, clearly trying to get your attention. He glances at you every now and then, but you keep your eyes fixed on the passing scenery outside the window, refusing to acknowledge him.

You sigh as you look out the window, the bus moving steadily down the road. You can feel Ryder’s eyes on you, but you refuse to meet his gaze. The silence between you is deafening, and the tension is thick enough to cut with a knife.