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king_cobra: wanna play a game?
Ryan had been walking to Brandon's house to next day, getting the text. She ignored it, shoving it into her pocket.
king_cobra: i can see you. Greens a nice color on you.
Ryan stared at the text, her heart rate picking up under her green shirt as she looked around. Ryan grasped her phone.
ryan.daughtler: what do you want? if this is brandon or sean, it's not funny.
king_cobra: i don't want anything from you.
king_cobra: maryan.
Ryan's heart fell, feeling sick as she looked around for any sight of anyone. She rushed forward, gasping in a panic as she collided with someone. Backing up, she breathed heavy and held a hand up. Brandon tossed his hands up. "Woah, what's the matter?"
"What are you doing?" Ryan clutched her chest, trying to slow her heart rate.
"I saw you from my window." he answered, Ryan realized she was just outside of his house. "What happened?"
Ryan shook her head. Maybe she should have been honest in those moments, but in no universe or any way possible could she ever let him know about who she was not too long again. "Nothing. Sorry."
"Do you think we'd be friends if we were in a private school?" Ryan asked, the four standing outside of one together.
"I can see you and Trevor being friends." Sean nodded his head. "But you'd hate me and Brandon."
"I could see it." Brandon confirmed toward the two. "T, Ryan said you quit your thing."
Trevor gave her a look of disbelief as she tossed her hands up in surrender. Brandon nodded. "But, you love that dumb movie club."
"It's called Cinema Clique, dickwad." Trevor corrected him with a minor glare, shrugging his shoulders. "And i'm over it."
"You're over it?" Brandon asked. "Your over me and Ryan having to wait around after school for you?"
"That's probably why he quiet." Ryan hummed. "He's embarrassed of us almost setting the chemistry lab on fire."
"Extremely." Trevor confirmed.
"Okay, well, you use to be a high-brow cinephile stoner and now you're just a plain loser pothead with a mango." Brandon looked his way, nodding to the mango Ryan had brought him.
"Mr.Murphy, what attracts you to the leisure industry?" Trevor spoke in a british accent, pulling half his head phones off.
"Here he goes." Ryan braced herself.
"Inner what? Pleasure. It's like my pleasures other peoples pleasure." Trevor went on their way, a cheeky grin across his face.
"Great. Let me guess, uh, Trainspotting." Sean confirmed.
