Loving, My Best Friend's Brother

Chapter 7: The Book of Overused Excuses

The weekend went by way too fast. So fast my mind hasn't fully processed what exactly happened Saturday night, it went much better than I expected that was for sure. Well as good as it could have been my relationship with Ryan went from bad to worse.

I still hate him with all my broken heart, and I'm pretty sure he hates me just as much or even more.

Maybe I should explain to you why Ryan might despise me so much now. After Ryan came back from wherever the hell he went we ate dinner in peace no unbearable tension, just talking and enjoying each others company well for the most part. All except for Ryan who was sending murderous glances my way, but I did my best to brush them off ignoring his presence, and distracting myself with Ayden.

That might have just send him over the edge as he left early using the most common excuse in the book of overused excuses, "He had to wake up early the next day for work."

I checked the alarm clock on my nightstand it was already 7:30 am. I must have been so into my thoughts I hadn't noticed the time go by; groaning I rolled off my bed with only thirty minutes left to get ready.

I dragged myself to the bathroom, and into the shower. I got ready in record time pulling my hair into a messy bun, and throwing on a black shirt, and grey sweat pants.

Today was the perfect day for sweats.

After hurrying Ethan to drive a little faster, since he was going 5 mph slower than the speed limit. I swear he was to be slowest driving teenager I ever met. He says he rather be safe than sorry; however last time I checked driving as slow as he does can be just as dangerous as driving fast.

Walking through the school gates I let out a breath of relief. I wasn't going to be late, or so I thought before the late bell rang. I decided to run hoping my teacher was a few minutes late like she regularly was, but as usual in the life of Avaly Coleman nothing ever goes right, and of course this was no exception as I ran face first into a hard chest that caused me to come tumbling down.

Might as well call me Jill, except Jill had Jack to mend her fall unlike me.

I looked up, and came face to face with the culprit responsible for my fall. And of course it just had to be the one and only Ryan Lockhart. Who didn't even offer a hand to help me up, but instead stood there looking like a deer caught in headlights.

With those beautiful big brown eyes, so brown they put chocolate to shame.

Oh my god Avaly get a grip!

But his eyes,

Screw his eyes.

Because of the internal battle going on in my head, I didn't notice when Ryan extended his hands out to me, and only became aware of it when his deep voice echoed through the hallway, "Let me help you up Ava."

I shook my head, and tried to get off the floor; only to be ignored by Ryan when he grabbed my elbow   and steadied me. In seconds I could feel the electiricty of his touch awaken every nerve; every sense. Did he not understand what his touch did to me? He could be ten feet way, and my body would still go haywire.

It wasn't the goosebups that erupted on my skin that had me pulling away, but the fact that I enjoyed the tingling sensations he awakened. I wanted myself to hate his touch, to loathe the feel of his fingers against my bare skin; but as hard as I tried I couldn't bring myself to hate him.

"I- I told you not to touch me," I stuttered my words, and my face turning an embararrassingly color of red wasn't helping either.