I was sitting on the bench placed in front of the bus stop when it happened.
It was a very normal day, and I had left the house to go to work; even though it was morning it was already hot, and I remember I was already starting to sweat when I saw them.
They were high school kids who were slowly walking towards the bus stop, talking and laughing among themselves; they were backpacked, but the school day had already started, so they were clearly skipping school on the sly.
There were just them and me in that place.
I am not surprised at the lack of people, on the contrary I am amazed that they were there because generally hardly anyone uses this stop. Those who live in this neighborhood prefer to walk to the metro stop (which is only a ten-minute walk away), or they simply take the car.
I have not asked myself too many questions about why they were present, however, because the stop is placed in front of a public park, a practically abandoned and unused park but still very useful for those who do not know where to go after skipping school.
Once they were close enough to make me hear their voices I started giving them far more stares than I should have; they were young and had an athletic looking, and considering the summer clothes they wore I found them … hard to ignore.
The girls’ miniskirts were the thing that attracted me the most, especially the one worn by the girl who had muscular legs; I liked their hair too though, as did the way they moved while they talked to their friends.
I hate to admit it, but girls like them… interest me. They remind me of my childhood and the crushes I had in my teens, so I didn’t last long and started staring at them, hoping not to get caught.
Everyone was handsome in that group, from the tallest to the shortest, from the thickest to the leanest; the males were mostly muscular and athletic, the least trained among them still had a lean and healthy physique; the females were thin and very fit too, and the one who seemed a bit overweight still got my attention because of the way she dressed and the way she moved.
There was no one besides them, so it was risky as a move but … I had to do it.
I slowly and secretly took my phone, then activated the camera and searched for a good angle to start taking pictures.
It wouldn’t have been the first time for me… I often do it. There is a forum where I regularly post photos of the most beautiful girls I meet on the street, and sometimes I spend whole days sitting at a table in the city center taking photos of passers-by, then I select the best ones and put them on the forum.
Nobody pays me to do it of course, and I don’t even have many followers in that forum, but I want to be regular with those photos… it’s a very enjoyable hobby for me. I feel like a photographic artist who immortalizes people’s “natural beauty” while ignoring the fake and artificial beauty of modern models.
This time, however, things did not go very well; after taking my pictures I saw the group of teens getting closer and closer, and although I didn’t bother initially because I thought a couple of them just wanted to sit on the bench, looking at them I noticed that the males had their eyes fixed on me while the girls stood further behind and walked more slowly.
Yes… they were definitely coming for me.