Finding you within me

Chapter 15

Chapter 20 will be a very important chapter guys, so please be aware.

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Ryan's pov:

The bitter sweet fresh air hits me right in the face. Just like reality.

Reality check: Lydia doesn't like you anymore

It honestly seems to me that all my world is spinning around Lydia. Why? Why can't I get over her? Surely it was all a stupid tiny crush? Hhh. That's what I would like to believe, unfortunately it never plans out or finishes anything like that. These tragic events occur and......your life is pretty much screwed. More or less my life is pretty shi--

"Ryan! How dare you don't even turn up for detention yesterday!" Miss Layer barks across the hallway.

Oh great, her. Here to whip me for my "crimes" and "sins" that I "committed". I mean, it was just a little tiny assessment? Right? How can anyone be so pissed at the tiniest matter on earth? That's right, Miss Layer can.

"Ugh miss I'm sorry. Won't happen again." I plead to her as I find myself 2 footsteps away from the beast. But we all know, that it most likely will happen again, and then miss layer will end up barking her panties off at my mother over the phone for not keeping on top of me. This whole sequence will become a bloody cycle I tell ya.

"Ugh miss I'm sorry. Won't happen again." Miss Layer mimics me. Is she mocking me? Who the hell does she think she is standing there and humiliating me in front of my peers? Bloody coward, that's what she is.

We both stand there in the most awkward silence ever known to man. You can tell by the occurrence of dimples and spectrum of wrinkles what start to appear on her small face that she is well in truly deed annoyed beyond depths and oceans.

Finally, she breaks the silence, "Come on Mr Quinn, in my room now! You'll be serving your punishment during form time." It makes me laugh a little how Miss Layer uses the noun "punishment" to reinforce that I have truly angered her to the point where she may erupt like an active volcano on the edge of the world.

Following her into the classroom, where I will spend my 20 minute form time in, I hear murmurs and echoes of lies and insults filling the corridor:

"Oh yeah, did you hear about Lydia Crofton? Apparently she kissed and then later fucked one of her exes."

"Yeah I heard his name was Alex or something."

"Did she suck his dick?"

"probably gave him a hand - job or perhaps a suck of her titties!"

"What the fuck! Lydia has like the smallest boobs ever! Ugh."

"Yeah! And I bet they're fake as well! She's such a slut ew."

For some reason, there's a rope what's restraining me from going out there myself, and slapping those bitches. Slapping them until they can't even speak for shit. But yeah, that's Miss Layer being that rope. She's the dragon who breathes like an old man suffocating on pills, who holds me back.

"Right Ryan you can go." She whispers calmly, sounding like she's regained her sense and calmed herself down.

"Okay-

"Wait! There's one thing I forgot to mention, and that's.....that's.....damn it looks like I've forgot already. Damn, that was not meant to happen. Hmm.....Hmm.....oh yes! I remember now! I've been keeping an eye out for Lydia since she mover here and started at thus school, and I've heard some gossip about your affection towards her, and I want you to stay away from her. Before you get yourself hurt."

"Wait what? Stay away from her? Are you mad?"

"Did you not hear me boy? I said you stay away from her, and can you not tell she clearly has displayed no efforts to remain with you!"

"Where the hell did you hear that from? Oh wait no! It's all you teachers gossiping like bloody flies around a flower, about me and Lydia! We're not even in a relationship of any sort!"

"You heard me Ryan now is for another argument when you should be on your way to your lessons, before I am forced to call the Headmaster down here and phone your mother!"

"Arhhh.....fine." I murmur, slowly clenching my fists to hold my anger in.

I walk my way to my first lesson, French, slowly but yet casually. Not wanting to use anymore of my energy that I had wasted already from battling Miss Layer. God indeed that was at tough fight.

I have to reach block five to arrive at my destination, and soon I do. Spinning the corner to my french classroom, I encounter......Lydia...

Both staring at amusement towards each other, I find it hard to even look her in they eye. Neither of us do anything, instead, we both delve into each other's eyes.

"Ryan.....the...rumors...are...not really true.."

My heart and chest are now in two different places. My head spinning and yelling at me to understand, to sympathize with her. But the feeling of anger and crashing waves of disappointment remove those thoughts of sorrow.

"Not really true? What the hell is that meant to mean? Look, I know god damn well I ain't your boyfriend, but what I do know is that you've just gone and done something stupid, and won't even give me a straight - forward answer to the unpleasant rumors! Lydia this has got to stop, enough I've had enough!" I state, with all my leftover energy from Miss Layer, which is now all used up.

"Oh Ryan.....I-I can't imagine what just happened..and yes you deserve a truthful answer. I did kiss Alex - nothing more. Nothing more happened, and it was all a mistake, and now I'm being punished for it by our society! I....I don't know why.....but I felt disgusted by it, and I could not stop thinking about you when it happened...."

As if I haven't heard the negative word "punishment" enough today, literally every corner I turn around seems to have a trick up its sleeve.

And Lydia it seems has just confessed her heart out.....

"WHOA what's going on here? Is he harassing you?" A loud voice echoes....

Unfortunately that loud voice belongs to the owner: Alex....as if my life couldn't deal with anymore of this dilemma.

"Alex....why are you here? Please just leave..." Lydia counter acts.

"Nah this boy is invading your privacy, I've gotta stop that ennit!" Alex bad mouths pointing at me.

Who the fuck does he think he is? Yeah he's taller and believe me, much more muscular than me, but that doesn't give him the right to try and stop me from talking to her. Sure he's wearing his black blazer with his top tie undone, and his teeth as yellow as ever, looking like cheese on a red mountain. And jeez, his breath stinks, his breath shoots out a horrible tangy smell, reminding me of the ridicule he really is.