Misled

4. 'The Boy Named Ryder Blake'

4. 'The Boy Named Ryder Blake'

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Let me give you a word of advice; don’t wear skinny jeans when you know you have gym and not bring a change of clothes.

            That’s awesome advice trust me. I know.

            “Come on Marley! You’re slacking!” General Lucas shouted.

            No. Nope. I’m done. He stopped everyone else twenty minutes earlier, now there all sitting on the side lines snickering. To make matters worse, Ryder’s in this class.

            His eyes are burning a hole on the side of my head, not glaring.

            “You landed yourself here, face the consequences.” He scowled. I dropped onto my knees and huffed out a breath of frustration and annoyance. “Up Marley!” He yelled.

            I shook my head and stood up, but not for him. In the process my hair fell onto my face, like a curtain. I breathed out trying to move my hair, but failed. I pushed the hair away, roughly.

            “Go on, continue.” The General said.

            “Psht, no.” I said walking to the sideline where my bag sat. There was a collection of gasp. “Oh please,” I huffed out. I’m sweaty, tired, and worst of all my period decided to appear. “Get a life.” I finished.

            “Marley!” General called out while I made my way to the double doors. “Get back here!” That’s when my lovely middle finger rose up in the air, flipping him off. There were more gasps and a few chuckles.

            I turned to see what my finger had done. The girls were gasping, ready for some gossip, while the guys chuckled. I looked at the General whose face was red from anger.

            This was going to come back around and bite me in the ass later.

            The General’s eyes narrowed in a glare. A flash of anger flashed in his eyes. He began to stomp my way, which actually scared me to the point to where I couldn’t move.

            So much for little miss confidence.

            I gulped loudly, afraid for my life.

            He’s been in war. Killed people without a second thought, tore families apart.

            I should know, I saw him kill a bunny. Bunny didn’t see it coming. Bet it was a papa. Or a mama. I bet that bunny had bunny babies.

            Bottom line this guy is a murder!

            I was pulled out my thought about the bunny and his family when someone tugged me out the gym. The General looked pissed and surprised.

            The person had warm yet a rough hand that sent sparks throughout my body. All I could see was his back. A strong muscular back, may I add.

            His large hand easily encircled my arm. Damn this boy has got a big hand. That can’t be average.

            The guy stopped in front of a door and threw it open. Mr muscular is m-a-d.

            “You’re stupid, you know that.” He spoke out when we walked into the room. Surprise, surprise. His room-or I assume this is his room-looks exactly like mine, only he changed the way everything was set up.