Chasteté {Ryder Scanlon}

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Afterschool. 3:32 pm. Sitting on the bleachers in just her Kendall&Kylie© cutout romper with tights underneath, paired with a faux fur coat that was definitely NOT as warm as it looked. In a very breezy fall. Channel was not amused and she was not happy.
The only bright side was that she could ogle at all of the hot guys on the soccer team. Yup, definitely a bright side, Channel thought to herself. However, behind her she could hear Jane whining about the humiliating events at lunch to Ted- who honestly didn't seem to give a shit. This is gonna be a longgggggg practice, Channel thought while rolling her eyes.
       Suddenly, someone in the vibrant red and yellow uniform of the Oakland High Roosters soccer team plopped down onto the seat next to her.
        She glanced up and saw a tall and lanky boy that looked about her age, with brown hair and laugh lines around his chocolate brown eyes. He was just staring at her.
        "Can I help you?" She asked suspiciously, his stares digging into her.
           Nothing. Just awkward silence as he just kept running his eyes over her face. She was about to get up and find another seat when a voice punctured the stale air.
           "So- uh- you, um come here often?" That was his smart reply. Amazingly smooth and charming, right?
            "Are you serious right now? Did you really try to flirt with me with that pick up line? I am feeling very offended. I honestly would have been fine with any other sentence, but you really had to use that one?" She hated that string of words. No, she hated pick up lines, but at least she could tolerate them. But that line was a big nono.
           "I-uh, you're hot." Vomit. Just terrible word vomit, social suicide that made him want to lock himself in his room until his awkward years were over- which would probably be never.
           He looked startled, completely shaken. And quickly tried to retract his words, "I-I didn't mean to say that! N-not that you aren't hot! I mean of course you are, look at you! W-wait not that I was looking at you! I-it was just the first thing that came to mind! Not that I was thinking about how hot you are and how hot you would be... without your clothes on..." He trailed off, realizing he was too far gone and that he should rather face his death than run away.
         Searing hot pain on his left cheek, pain that left him wanting to scream ow but also wanting to scream her name *wink, wink* (and revel in the fact that her hands were really soft).
          "Y-you, I-I mean, t-that was uh-"
Please don't say it.
           "-Hot" No coherent thoughts seem to be flowing through his head when she's around, which is unfortunate yet extremely hilarious, too.
           She scoffed and got up to go find her brother, seeing as practice ended around the time she let her hand fly against that neanderthals face.
           As she walked away, she shook her head at the standards of teenage boys around these days. And began to really fear how they would act in college. Lord, help me.

           But as he watched her walk away, all he could do was touch the cheek she assaulted with a dopey grin on his face. Any form of physical contact is good physical contact.

A/N: Thursday, April 28th, 2016. Word Count: 581 words. Heyyyyyy, it sure has been a while hasn't it? Sorry it's a little short and late but I wanted to update since I'm on spring break. For a little bit I completely forgot about all of my stories then I was like woah can't leave all of y'all hanging so I came back! Anyway don't you guys think nervous Ryder is so adorable and Channel was such a bitch to him omg! Comment, vote and share, guys!

~T😘