T E N N I S ✧ R Y D E N

T W O

"What do you want, Sarah?"

"I just wanna talk to you, Ry." Sarah smiles.

"Fuck off, Sarah." Ryan sighs.

"Listen here, little bitch. Brendon is mine. I'm not losing him to you like Audrey did." Sarah glares at Ryan.

"Well join the back of the line. I'm not talking to you." Ryan turns away.

"You know what, I'm tired of your fucking attitude. I have no idea why Brendon chose you over Audrey. You're not even half as pretty as she was." Sarah almost screams. Ryan turns back to see an infuriated Sarah Orzechowski, Ryan smiles a little before speaking.

"I would really care, Sarah. But I don't. Not sorry. Now please just go away." Ryan rolls her eyes.

"Ugh! You're such a bitch! Why would Beebo like such a pest like you?!" Sarah basically screams, causing Ryan to crack a small smile at Sarah's rage.

"Boo fucking hoo, bitch. If Brendon likes me, he does. And there's nothing your prissy self can do." Ryan smirks at Sarah, provoking Sarah to step forward.

"How about a bet then?" Sarah asks, staring at Ryan.

"Continue." Ryan replies.

"Alright then. A bet on who wins Brendon over." Sarah glares again.

"We both know I'd win." Ryan laughs. Sarah rolls her eyes and places her hands on her hips. She shakes her head, grinning a little at Ryan's sudden boost in confidence. She looks up at Ryan, who's standing her ground, looking poised.

"I bet I can get into Brendon's pants quicker." Sarah smirked.

"Bet on it?" Ryan scoffs.

"You're on." Sarah shakes Ryan's hand.

"Alright then." Ryan smiles a little as Sarah turns away and exits the room. A bet on who could get under the sheets with Brendon sounded ridiculous. Yet, Ryan agreed. Ryan hadn't expected much to come from Sarah's lips. Maybe a few taunting words, a few slurrs, but never a bet over Brendon.

What am I going to do? Ryan sighs, rubbing her temples.

Once again, the door to the cafe opens. Ryan, once again, places her head down on the table and sighs quietly. She hears footsteps approaching, a chair being dragged on the floor, and the sound of someone breathing heavily, like they just ran a marathon.

Who's this freak breathing next to me?

"Am I breathing too hard? Sorry, you look nicer than the other girl sitting at the table next to the door with her minions. Besides, I've been running around, trying to hide from Pete...you're Ryan Ross, right?" A soft voice speaks. Ryan look up to see a small boy with a fedora looking at her.

He seems about my age, maybe younger

"Uh, yeah, it's fine. And yes, my name is Ryan. May I ask who you are?" Ryan smiles a little, before he nods his head a little and speaks.

"Yeah, I'm Patrick Stump. I make the worst first impressions, sorry." Patrick sighs a little.

"It's fine," Ryan giggles before asking, "Why are you avoiding Pete, anyway?"

Hey, this guy could be a good boyfriend for Hayley!

"He's just being really gay, not that I'm a homophobe or anything. I'm actually gay, too. But him and Mikey, how do I even begin to describe them?" Patrick rambles before abruptly stopping. He blushes ruby red and turns away.

Yikes, sorry all these guys are gay, Hayley!

"What's wrong?" Ryan asks, concerned of Patrick sudden shyness. A few hoaxing attempts after, Patrick is back to his bubbly, sunshiny personality.

"Sorry about that! I don't usually go spilling my sexuality to strangers!" Patrick giggles.

"Hey, I'm not a stranger. We're mutual friends since you're friends with Petekey!" Ryan pouts.

"Petekey?" Patrick cocks his head, confused.

"Petekey." Ryan smiles proudly at her new term.

"What the heck is a 'petekey'?" Patrick asks before Lindsey emerges through the cafe doors. Both heads turn to the blond haired girl that just walked through cafe door and Ryan notices Lindsey looks scruffy. Lindsey sits down in the chair next to Ryan and starts bawling.

"Linds? What's wrong?" Ryan rushes to her comfort. Patrick shifts awkwardly in his seat, until Lindsey stopd crying.

"Sarah! Sh-she fucked up! She set Jamia up with Bob! That fucking dirty, ugly hobo!" Lindsey says passive-aggresively.

"Lindsey, relax! Who did she set Jamia up with?" Ryan asks.

"Bob Bryar!" Lindsey yells.