Obsession (18+) (FINISHED)

4

Riley

"Seriously," Ryan said, leaning against a pile of lockers while I shut my own, "what's going on, babe? You've been quiet all day."

What was going on was that I was already half-way through the day, and I still wasn't placing Paris anywhere. Some guys had a similar voice as him, but none had his eye color or his skin color or his... build for that matter.

"Riley," Ryan pressed, "are we not on speaking terms now?"

"We are," I told him, rolling my eyes. "Stop being so over dramatic."

"Me?" he said, clearly offended. "I'm over dramatic?"

"Yep," I responded shortly, "you're calling me obsessive? Then why are you so keen on finding out if I'm upset when I'm not? You've never acted that way, so now I suspect you're trying another way to get into my pants."

"More like panties," he commented.

I shot him a look.

Ryan rolled his eyes and walked off into the other direction without another word.

I exhaled a soft sigh.

Finally... a moment of peace. God, I hated him.

I didn't like thinking that, but I really didn't like Ryan. He was a jerk, a user, and a manipulator; not in a bad way, of course. He never assaulted me or hurt me in any way.

Even though he tried to get on me multiple times.

He was just... very, very possessive, and I hated it. Many girls would squeal over his possessiveness, but it took a while for me to get over the squeal and realize that it was all selfish.

Ryan never liked me, he just liked getting the attention from dating a writer.

And also the fact that he could have me help him with his essay; if by "help" you mean "write it for him."

Ryan was a smart guy, per say. He was good at math and science and knew many pointless facts, but he was really lazy when it came to certain assignments; ones that I specialized in.

Yes, he was good at Math and Science, but I never asked him to do my homework for me or to give me the answers on the next unit test.

He did the opposite, though, and as hard as it was to realize the relationship was all based on his ego, I broke it off.

I sighed and pressed my forehead to my locker, deciding to take a deep breath before running off to my Health Education class.

But right as I exhaled, something caught me off guard.

"Paris!" someone yelled, making my eyes shoot open. "Ma' man! Yo! What's up?"

I started breathing shallowly, waiting for him to respond.

"Eh," his familiar voice said, "nothing much. Got somewhere to be, though. Mind letting go?"

I remained in the same position as I heard the boy's arm ruffle against Paris's clothes when he let go.

"What class you got?" the boy said.