What Matters Most (H.S Fan Fiction)

Chapter 7- Bloody Knuckles

Ryder's Point of View:

I walked into school with my knuckles wrapped up and concealer hiding the bruise on the side of my face. My mom didn't notice last night, thank God. I walked down the hallway and I knew that people were staring at me, word travels fast in these small towns.

This is all Harry's fault.

If I didn't go to that stupid party none of this would've happened. I was angry at Harry, I know he saved me and I know he helped me but I was so infuriated by him. If he wasn't such a dick...

I spot him at his locker transferring his books into it, I quickly turn around to make a run for it but of course with my luck he sees me, rushing over to me swiftly.

"Ryder wait up." He grabs my arm and I pull away angrily. I look at his scabbed knuckles from beating the shit out of that guy at the party.

"Get the fuck away from me." I turn to leave but he grabs me again and yet again I pull back and say harshly,"Harry get the fuck away." He grabs my hands again and tries to speak but I push against his chest with all my weight but he doesn't budge,"Fuck off." I turn to walk away and he doesn't try to grab me again, thankfully, but he calls after me.

"Ryder can we at least talk about this?!"

I turn around walking backwards,"Go fuck yourself."

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I angrily storm into third period and take my seat next to pencil boy... I mean Zayn. He looks at me.

"Nice hands." He comments with a smirk.

"Shut the fuck up." I growl.

"Ooo someone still has their panties in a twist."

I then make him face me, staring into his eyes intently, he is clearly confusing.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I was seeing if your eyes are blood shot, congrats for not being stoned at school. You want an award?" He shot me a glare.

"Fuck you, at least I'm not a virgin."

I scoffed,"And you think I am." It slipped out, Holy fuck I didn't mean to say that. Zayn smirks at me with wide eyes.

"Who knew little Miss kick your ass could bring it on." I gave him a nasty glare and turned to my textbook, for the first time in my life not having a comeback.

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I shuffled into my house pegging my back pack at the couch and running upstairs, passed my confused mother. I burst into my room slamming the door loudly and collapsing onto my bed in a huff. I grab my book from my bedside table and continue reading to get my mind off of things. My mom suddenly pads into my room making her way to my bed, sitting down, the mattress dips.

"Are you ok?"

I look up at her for a second and then back to my book,"Peachy." I turn the page, she spots my knuckles and grabs them harshly.

"What the hell is this!" Her words catch me by surprise and I pull my hands away from hers.

"Nothing." I spit.

"Obviously that's something! You tell me what happened Ryder or so help me..."

I rose my voice at her,"Or so help me what! Afraid I'm going to go to jail again?"

She rose her voice to match my pitch,"Don't you dare raise your voice at me, don't you ever talk to me that way ever again! You ungrateful, troubled..."

"Oh please like I haven't heard that one before." I growl with my teeth clenched. She stands up from my bed.

"You will never learn will you?! Ryder I'm trying to help you!"

"Help me?! Help me?!" I yell so loudly the neighbors can probably hear. My voice goes down to a whisper,"Get out."

"What?" She questions sharply, I get up from my bed.

"Get the fuck out of my room!"

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I got up early for school the next day, getting ready quickly in attempt to avoid my mother and her annoying persistent self. I didn't apoligize for cursing at her, maybe I should have but I'm too hard headed.

I quickly got dressed rushing downstairs and out the door.

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I took a deep breath before walking into first period. Oh God, there he was. Sitting in his seat with his hair perfectly swept to the side. His lip between his teeth as he concentrated on writing something in his notebook. I shuffled over to my seat and sat down, Harry turned to me. Did he really have the nerve to talk to me right now?

I spoke up before he could say anything,"Are you seriously going to try to talk to me right now?" I looked at him, shooting him a threatening glare.

"I was just going to ask about your hands, how are they?"

I looked down at my scabbed hands and back to his green orbs. I rolled my eyes, I don't know why I was being so bitter today. He nodded and turned back to his notebook.

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Harry had completly ignored me the entire day, and I hate to admit it but it kind of annoyed me. I shrugged it off, this kid was getting into my head.