Save Me

"Adiós, Luchador. . ."

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-Lex

Excuse me? What?! Had Ryker, Ryker Lands, just told me he'd die if I hated him? Whaaaaat?!? That's not even realistic. Okay so maybe, by some tiny chance, he was feeling guilty for what he'd said about my hearing, but honestly? He's taking this a little far. So of course, my reaction to those words that were actually very sweet, was to reply in a bitter and rude way.

" Oh don't be so dramatic." Lovely Lex. I shot acidly at myself.

"I'm not!" Ryker defended calmly.

"Oh come on! You would NOT die." I argued pathetically. "You don't even know me." At this remark his eyebrows shot up and a look of pure shock took over his face for some unknown reason. Then as fast as it came it was gone, replaced with none other than pure determination. His forehead crinkled up, his brows scrunched together, his lips pressed into a tight line and his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Oh I wouldn't say that." He replied in a tone that was just daring me to question him. He stepped toward me and I stepped back in return. This process continued until I felt my heel bump into a locker behind me and I knew there was no where else for me to go.

"Prove it." I shot back. His eyes gleamed and a crooked smile twisted its way on to his lips. Then it dawned on me. Crap! I wanted to kick myself, I took the bait! He wanted me to ask that exact question!

"I know plenty about you Miss Lexington Gabriela Jacobs." He replied, grinning as he used my full name. I felt my mouth drop open. "I know tha-"

"How in the h-"

"Ah, ah, my dear Lexi." He chastised as if he were talking to a two year old. "Don't interrupt while I'm talking." He continued to coo as if I were a toddler. I scowled at him in what I hope appeared to be a threatening manner. What a idiot! "Now as I was saying" he paused dramatically, "I know that you're new to the area, you recently began attending school here."

"Well no crap, Sherlock." I replied sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"I'm not finished." He warned.

"Oh, well then please. By all means, continue." My voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I will." He replied haughtily. "I know that you fell in love with the beach since you've arrived here." This bit of information shocked me a little. How in the world had he come to that conclusion? I opened my mouth to ask but he kept right on talking. "And before you ask and interrupt me again, I've come to this knowledge by the simple fact that I've run into you there already three times now. Really you'd be an idiot to not pick up on this."

Hmm he has a point there.

"I also know that you are from a Latino neighborhood and a Latino background, not a Mexican." He continued, stressing the word not. How in the world? "Your accent is different, not Mexican, and not really like your from a Spanish speaking country either. It is more so the kind of accent you'd get if you grew up in the U.S.A. and Spanish was just spoke in your area. It is simply how you learned to speak." He explained before I could open my mouth. His words were gentle, showing he didn't intend to offend.

"I know that you are picked on, bullied because of this background. Also, because of your hearing. People tease you because you're hard of hearing, and because you wear hearing aids. They find entertainment in the fact that you are different and unlike everyone else here. People say you are an outcast, unwanted, unneeded, and your presence is unappreciated." He paused, looking deep into my eyes. Okay, ouch. That hurt. "I know that you have horrific flashbacks that are triggered by the way your treated here, especially by Stacy. I know that your hiding something, something big that only your family knows about, possibly the reason why you moved here in the first place."