The Only Difference Between Love and Envy is Press Coverage

His Name Rings Bells

Ryan actually got to his first class on time the next day. Granted he was alseep for most of it. Which wasn't entirely his fault. It's not like he stayed up partying until dawn. He'd gone home at the reasonable time of one in the morning.

He didn't want to party as much as he thought he did. He really just wanted someone to have sex with. So that's what he did for most of the party. He had sex with Jeremy, got high with him, drunk a bit and then had sex with him again. Jeremy was a great lay. He almost made Ryan not want to party at all. Almost.

When he did finally go downstairs, things were hectic. Jon, of course, was gone. Gerard was no where to be seen. But Ryan could hear his dirty grunts coming from somewhere. Andy was dancing in the kitchen with two girls Ryan wasn't even sure went to their school. And Pete was drunk out of his mind. So Ryan danced around with drunk Pete for a little while before finally deciding it was time to go home.

Now here he was in class just eight hours later. His sunglasses were covering his bloodshot eyes. His cheek was laying flat against the desk in front of him. Hangovers were a bitch. He barely had the strength to get up and shower this morning. But he did.

And even in his chaotic state, he knew he looked amazing. He had to look amazing. He was Ryan Ross. It was impossible for him not to. Even now, when he was sporting his red Adidas jogging pants and skin tight, white tshirt. He was more sexually appealing than anyone in this classroom.

"Ry." Pete kicked him under the desk. Ryan flipped his head to the opposite side and stared at him.

"What." He mumbled. Afraid that his head word start pounding if he spoke too loud.

"Teach is talking to you." Pete kept his face turned to the front of the classroom. The twitch of his lips showing how amusing this was to him.

Ryan, on the other hand, wasn't amused at all. He lifted his head up from the desk. Grimacing in discomfort at the vertigo that hit. He looked at the small, middle aged man in front if the class. Ryan didn't recognize him, but that could be because he didn't recognize a lot of his professors. And that was because they knew better than to bother him. This idiot must be new.

"Did you call on me?" Ryan grumbled.

"Yes, Mr. Sunglasses, I did."

"Mr. Sunglasses?" Ryan repeated. His eyes widening behind the shades.

"Where do you get off coming into my classroom and going to sleep during my lesson?"

"What's your name?" Ryan lifted the glasses up to get a better look at him.

"I'm professor Donalds. Which is something you should know since-"

"Listen, Donalds." Ryan stood from his seat. "I'm giving you a pass, because you must be new here."

"Young man-"

"But if you ever talk to me like that again, If you ever so much as look at me in a way I don't approve of, you're fucking fired. You got that, Donald?"

"Get out of my classroom!" He yelled.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Donny." Ryan grabbed up his bag and walked to the door.

Pete, Andy and Gerard began packing their things into their bags. Of course Jon wasn't going to leave the classroom. He had to take the notes since the others were leaving. Gerard rubbed Jon's shoulders in goodbye.

They walked down the almost empty hall. There were a few students scattered around. Most of them going out of their way to speak to Ryan or to wave at Ryan. And of course Ryan waved back and smiled. Because that's just what Ryan Ross did.