What I Don't Know Can't Hurt You

Chapter Thirteen

SURPRISE HAHA GUESS WHAT BITCHES I'M BACK AND READY TO MAKE YOU CRY

The lunch bell rang on the first Monday of October. I had just brought some of my stuff over to my dad's house that weekend. I lived with my mom for a month, then with my dad for a month, and so on and so forth.

I opened my locker to get my lunch, and a piece of paper fell out. I picked it up.

Hey Quinn, meet me in the closest bathroom.

-Ryan ♡

I smiled, closed my locker, and went down the hallway to the bathroom.

I pushed open the door. Ryan was inside, leaning against a wall.

"Hey!" I said. "What's up?"

"I missed you," he replied.

"I missed you too."

He pulled me close to him and kissed me. I smiled. I kissed back for a second, then pulled away.

"What if someone sees us?" I realized.

In response, Ryan pulled me into a stall. He locked the door and pushed me up against it, pressing his lips to mine. I sighed happily and put my hands on his chest.

I would've gladly stayed like that forever, but we only kissed for a few minutes before Ryan stopped.

"I should probably go have lunch," he said, a little sadly.

"Me too."

"Meet me here tomorrow before first period?"

"Sure."

He pushed open the door a bit and peeked out.

"No one's here," he told me. I stepped out of the stall.

"Bye," I said, and kissed his cheek.

I sat down with my friends, grinning from ear to ear.

"Hey!" Taryn greeted me. "Where were you?"

"Why are you so happy?" Leo asked.

"Guess who I just made out with," I said smugly.

"Pete Wentz," Leo joked.

"We get it, you have a boyfriend," complained Taryn.

Avery held up her sketchbook. She had drawn two stick men who were labeled "Quinn" and "Ryan", surrounded by hearts.

"Some of your best work," I told her.

She smiled sarcastically.

"Okay, put that away," I said quickly. "I don't want anyone to see it. I told you already, if someone finds out Ryan could get kicked out of his house."

"Okay, sorry!"

I had a good time with my friends, like always, but I kept glancing at Ryan, who was sitting with the football team. I wished he could sit with me and my friends at lunch. Oh well.

The next three mornings, I met up with Ryan in the bathroom again. We would kiss, and talk a little bit if no one was around.

The third morning, we were talking, not about anything in particular, just chatting, when I heard the door to the bathroom open. I immediately stopped talking and put my hand over Ryan's mouth.

"I think someone's in here," I mouthed.

We waited a couple seconds. Nothing happened. I took my hand off Ryan's mouth and replaced it with my lips. He stepped forwards, leaning into me. I lost my balance and fell, opening the door to the stall we were in. I landed on the floor of the bathroom with Ryan on top of me.

"Shitshitshitshitshit," Ryan said, scrambling off of me and running out of the bathroom. I turned around. Someone from the football team, I think his name was Matt, was staring at me wide-eyed.

"Oh, fuck!" I said, and sprang up from the floor.

"This'll be great," Matt laughed.

Ryan didn't talk to me, or to anyone, for the rest of the day, and he sat alone at lunch. Matt kept looking at me with a really vicious look in his eyes.

The next morning, I decided to go see if Ryan was waiting for me in the bathroom. I doubted it, after what had happened. I went anyways.

I didn't see him in the bathroom, but just before I turned around to leave, I heard crying coming from one of the stalls. The same one I had made out with Ryan in for the past four days. I lightly knocked on the door.

"What do you want?"

"Ryan?"

"Quinn?"

"Yeah."

The door swung open, revealing a sobbing Ryan, with swollen, tear-filled eyes and red cheeks.

"Oh my god, what happened?"

Ryan gasped for breath.

"My parents -" he sniffed, "they - they kicked me out - I - fuck!"

"What?!"

He started bawling and pulled me into the stall. I locked the door behind me.

"So I had football practice after school," he cried, "and my mom came to pick me up, and that asshole Matt told her, and now I have to be out of the house by tonight!"

He wrapped his arms around me. I pressed my face into his shoulder to hide the fact that I was crying too.

"Fuck!" he said again.

"Hey," I tried to comfort him, "it'll be okay."

"No, it won't! I don't have anywhere to live!"

"You can stay with me," I suggested. "I'm at my dad's house this month, he wouldn't mind."

"Really?"

"Yeah," I replied confidently. "Where do you live, so I can come pick you up?"

"2825 West Redmont Place," he recited.

"No way."

"What?"

"That's like two blocks away from my house!"

"Really? Where do you live?" He was starting to calm down now.

"2791 West Redmont Drive! I'll just take the bus home with you, we can get your bags, and we can walk to my house."

"You sure your dad's okay with this?"

"It'll be fine, he's always wanted another son," I joked.

Ryan laughed.

"Can I sit with you at lunch?" he asked.

"Sure."