Overcome

Chapter 10- Questions Questions

I turned around in my chair and nearly fell over as I hit my hip. I looked around and saw no one. I closed my eyes and looked again still no one.

"Ansley, no one is there."

"You like him, a lot." She commented with a smile.

"I just turned around how does that make you think I like him?"

"Because you had so much hope in your eyes. You wanted him to be there. You really really like him." She said the last part in a singsongy voice then popped a chip in her mouth.

"Well if he would've been there maybe we would've had a chance." I said sadly then finished the last bite of my pizza.

As we slowly finished our lunch it became more and more evident to me that I was gonna absolutely hate my next class fully, and completely. Ap Chemistry, where the Ryder himself lies. I don't want to talk to him. Well that's a lie I obviously do, but that's the exact reason why I don't want to talk to him. I seriously for a good day thought he had changed for some idiotic reason. But he hasn't. He didn't get what he wanted from me so he gave up.

I walked into my class, sat down in my seat and Ryders guy friends all went silent. I felt their eyes blaring into my back and I sunk lower in my seat, this is gonna be a long class.

"Hey, why'd you ignore my friend?" Ashton, one of Ryder's friends asks me while tapping my shoulder incessantly.

With a roll of my eyes I turn to face him with a very unamused look "really?"

"Really, he's like the hottest most popular guy in school. It doesn't make any sense." Ashton commented while his friends nodded along like they understood his ridiculous comment.

"That's the exzact reason." I said then turned around letting them be dumbfounded in their own little world.

Ryder sat down in his seat and turned to me. I looked at him and he was staring at me intently. I looked back down to my paper and started writing down the notes fasts and furiously. This teacher spared no second when it came to notes. If you weren't paying attention you didn't get the notes.

"Talk to me, please." He said quietly.

I didn't move or even acknowledge him I just continued writing.

"Come on, it was one look. You know we had a good weekend." He pushed my shoulder lightly causing me to write a big line on my paper.

"Don't touch me," I turned to look at him giving him the best glare I could muster up.

"What's your problem, I just looked away. That's it." He emphasized the last part with an irritated tone.

"If you just 'looked away' then explain to me, enlighten me why don't you to why you just looked away when we, quote from you, had such a good weekend?" I questioned.

"Its complicated,"

I took a deep breath and looked at him seriously "why don't you explain it." I said emphasising explain very strongly.

"You're......you're overwhelming ok. I've never been like this with a girl before. You're so different then all the other girls and its...its just overwhelming."

"Hmm, the feeling of wanting to get in my pants is just sooo overwhelming...interesting. You've knocked up so many other girls I didn't think it'd be difficult for ya."

His face. His face made me go from mad to guilty. Very, very, guilty. He shook his head and glared down at his paper almost as if he was blinking back tears.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it I'm sorry." I caved and rambled on and on.

"Shut up," he looked at me with so much rage in his eyes I backed up.