Mr. Ryan Flent and Me

School Isn't Cool

Chapter 14:

Cassandra's POV:

I wake up to the beeping of my alarm clock. With a sigh I lift my head of my pillow. My eyes are half open as I stumble out of the bed and into a bathroom. It's the guest bathroom, not mine sadly. I pee with the lights out because it's too early to be alive right now. I head back to my bedroom and turn the lights on. The upstairs of my house is just one long hallway. One goes up the stairs then goes left or right. If you make a left you get my bedroom straight ahead, the guest bathroom on the right and my bathroom on the left. If you make a right after the stairs you get the guest bedroom straight ahead, my parents' bedroom on the right and a spare bedroom on the left. I haven't been inside the spare bedroom, my mom just told me about it on the tour, and apparently it's not actually a bedroom. She said it's where we store our excessive amount of books (then she subtly gave my dad a look).

I enter my closet and pick a simple black dress. In the bathroom, I brush my teeth, put my brown hair into a sloppy bun, and then apply mascara to make my blue eyes pop.

I gleefully glide down the fancy staircase. I head into the kitchen and grab an apple and a water bottle from the fridge. I lean on the island and nibble at the apple while I stare into space trying not to fall asleep.

I remember that I left my phone charging by my bedside. I quickly finish the apple, throw it away, and then head upstairs. I wash my hands again thanks to the apple juice that escaped onto my fingers. I accidently slam the bathroom door as I head to my room. I grab the phone and see I have multiple missed texts.

Rita, 6:50 am: Good morning love, is it okay if Danny rides with us?

Rita, 6:54 am: Because you didn't reply, Imma take that as a yes.

Rita, 7:03 am: Here

Rita, 7:04 am: Where you at ???

Rita, 7:05 am: I love you dear but I'll leave you here. I swear.

Danny, 7:05 am: Hurry up. She's going psycho.

I glance at the clock and see that it's 7:06. Crap. I run out of my bedroom, slamming the door again. Thankfully my parents are at work already. I grab my water bottle and book bag as I throw on my black flip flops and rush out the door, making sure I locked the door before I leave. I quickly throw my water bottle into my book bag as I head into her car. Danny, luckily, let me have shotgun.

"Hey, babe, why didn't you answer your texts?" Rita asks.

"Sorry about that, I had left my phone in the bedroom while I was getting ready."

"Well, I'm glad you finally arrived, Rita was about to lose her patience and storm into your house to make sure you were still alive." Danny says with a smirk. Rita glares at him through the rear-view mirror.

I take my now crumpled up schedule out of my book bag.

B1: English 9 Honors

B2: Photography

11th and 12th grade lunch

B3: AP Human Geography

9th and 10th grade lunch

B4: PE

Danny offers to walk me to English because his classroom is just across the hall. We arrive at school and hop out of the car. I follow Danny as he leads me into the building.

"So, did you ever talk to Ryan about him and Veronica?" He says.

"What? No, why would I?"

"I don't know, they just seemed awfully close the other day."

"Well, I mean, I'm sure it's nothing. They're just friends.

"Friends who used to date."

"It's possible to be just friends with your ex." I say defensively.

"It rarely happens though, and if it does then it's usually "just friends"" he says with air quotations. I don't reply so he adds, "But your right, I'm sure it's nothing." Even though he doesn't sound fully convinced himself. We reach our classrooms and he waves me goodbye.

I walk into the classroom and my teacher, a short woman in her mid-thirties with red hair pulled back too tightly into a bun, comes over to me and pats me on the back.

"Oh, you poor, poor thing. I'm so sorry about what happened!" She says dramatically. I smile, unsure of how to respond. After an awkward moment of silence she tells me where my seat it. I'm next to a heavyset blonde in bright pink lipstick who is filing her nails and a red head with short curly hair who is busy doodling away in a sketchbook. Throughout the rest of the class the blonde, Daisy, is busy asking me questions about my amnesia while the red head, Kirsten, helps me out with what I missed.

After class I go to photography which I have with Rita and Chris, then I sit through AP human geography which I have with Kirsten, and now I'm heading to PE.

I reach the gym, which is huge, and see Ryan leaning against a wall talking to Kirsten. I head over to them.

"Hey, Kirsten, hey, Ryan" I say with a smile.

"Hi, Cass!" she replies. Ryan smiles at me and waves his hand.

"So, we have PE together?" I ask. Kirsten nods.

"Yep. Since we have such a small population at our school they just combine the different grades for PE." She explains.

"Why do we have such a big gym if we have a small population?"

"Because apparently society thinks that sports are more important than actual education and overlook the fact that we as Americans are lucky actually being able to go to school. So instead of spending our money wisely on new resources the school system thinks sports should get the extra money. And with that money they expanded the gym and bought new workout equipment." She says with spite.

"Oh, well that's stupid." I say, she nods in agreement.

For PE they have us play flag football. Freshman and sophomores versus juniors and seniors. Most of the girls avoid playing and run around a bit to make it look like they are participating. Kirsten, on the other hand, goes into the opposite team's territory a lot. She gets caught a lot, but she saves a few people, and even gets the ball to our side once. In the beginning I mostly watch people but soon I join Kirsten in rescuing our teammates. Each time I run across the enemy's line Ryan runs after me but he only manages to catch me a few times, I'm not exactly fast compared to him but I am swifter. At the end of the bell the score is 2 points for the freshman and sophomores and 3 points for the juniors and seniors. We all head inside to hear the afternoon announcements. I stand next to Kirsten while we wait. Ryan comes up to us.

"Hey, girls, good game." He says giving Kirsten a high five and me a side hug. He is sweatier than us but we are still slightly sweaty.

"You, too. And next time we'll beat you!" Kirsten says.

"I doubt that," he retorts with a laugh. The bell rings and Kirsten waves goodbye leaving Ryan and I alone.

"Want a ride home?" he asks.

"Sure."

We grab out book bags from our locker and I follow him out. He carries a leather black jacket with him, the same one he wore in the hospital.

"Isn't it a little hot to be wearing that?" I ask.

"Well, I'm not wearing it, am I?" I says with a smirk. Cute. I smile back and follow him to his car. The drive to my house is quiet except for the radio which plays alternative rock. Ryan finally breaks the silence.

"So, I was wondering -" he says trailing off.

"Yes..."

"Do you want to go to a movie this weekend?" he says shyly.

"Sure! I'd love to." I say with a smile. I look at him and see he's smiling too.

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