The Love/Hate

6. Beauty

After a tiring school day, I walk out of the building to get a buzz on my phone.

Soz I can't pick u up bcoz I signed up 4 a club and I can't miss it.
Soz
-M

So now I am left with no ride an my house is at least a half hour walk from here.

Ryan must've noticed me sighing because he comes up to me and stands still with me, I turn to face him and notice how photogenic he is with his defined jaw and perfect hair, a major improvement from most of the boys at my school.

But then he catches me staring and I look away, embarrassed. "Admiring my beaty, are you?" He strokes a hand through his hair.
"Keep dreaming! Nothing in this world is beautiful."

He lifts my chin up, "oh, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And if there is no beauty in the world  then what are you?"
I blink back, did he just indirectly tell me I'm beautiful? I tear my gaze away and he takes his phone out, "Do you wanna ride with me?" He gestures towards a stunning white convertible jaguar without taking his eyes off of the phone.
"Not particularly."

He opens the door to his car and shrugs, "but who's being particular, eh?"

I try to walk away but my arm is held in a strong grip. "Youre so stubborn." he smirks.

I get in reluctantly and he puts the phone (did I mension an iPhone 6+) back into his pocket.

"Your car is nice!" I do up my seat belt.  "She's not just a car and yes, I know she's nice." He keeps his eyes on the road. "She?"
"Yes. She. Olive."
Olive?

"She's named after my mum who passed away. Olive." Ryan still doesn't take his eyes off of the road but I can see the glint of a tear in his eye. I place my hand on top of his and we just sit in silence for a while. And then I remember that Ryan has no idea where I live!

"Where are we going?"
Ryan points forward, "Somewhere."

Like that's supposed to help. I have a feeling I'm being taken to an abandoned crack house to be murdered and unclick my belt just incase. i shrug even though I don't trust Ryan, I strangely want to say where he's taking me.

*****

"Isn't it pretty?"
"No."

We are sitting in a car park, gazing up at a bilboard with a huge picture of Ryan and who I'm guessing is his millionaire dad on it holding toothpaste with glistening teeth saying: 'Perfection'

"It's just you."

Ryan smiles, deep dimples in his cheeks. "And is that not pretty?"

I get up. That egotistical bastard!
"I'm going home." So I do, even though I don't really know the way.