( shay-b- )

Buses were never something Jack enjoyed; being surrounded by sweaty bodies, elbows in the face and annoyingly long waits in traffic. Hate wasn’t a strong enough word to describe the way he felt for this metal contraption of discomfort. Especially on a hot day, stifling as he stood surrounded by people. Body jerked slightly when they came to a top, feet planted firmly to the ground shuffling slightly to keep his balance. He was already late to his class, and the day was way too warm, even in his thin t-shirt. 

Thank the Gods for music, because he didn’t think life could get any worse. What a cliche train of thought; he almost rolled his eyes at himself, but held back because that was most definitely weird. And it jinxed himself because the bus jerked forward and the next thing he knew, his chest and stomach were bruning. The pain didn’t register until after he’d flung a hand out to grip the stranger’s shoulder - an attempt to keep him upright - but shit it burned. He jumped back, eyes widening and face contorting, eyes clenched shut and teeth clamped together. “Shit!” Through gritted teeth the curse was delivered, hand tugging at the front of his stained shirt, keeping it away from his burning skin. 

He wanted it off, away from his body, because there was searing pain shooting up the front of his body. “Get it off, fuck, I can’t–” More cursing as he pulled at the material dropping his backpack to the ground before tearing at the ruined shirt - he was lucky he hadn’t decided to wear his favourite t-shirt today. When he finally got it off, Jack balled up the fabric and dabbed at his chest, lightly, because he felt like he was on fire. 

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