The Badboy And His Clique

xi.

A/N:

Can we just take a moment and appreciate 63 reads in 3 days! Thank y'all guys so muchhh!

~N

My eyes are wide and all I can do is look between the 2 guys.

"Sage, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm so sorry." He says, tears forming.

"Its, its okay Ryker." I say, a wave of relief hovering over him.

"Now for you." Ryker turns back around and the guy has already scurried off.

"Thank you, you didn't have to do that." I smile at Ryker.

"Don't thank me Sage. No guy should ever call a girl a bitch. That's that." He nods firmly.

I smile just taking in the way his muscle contract when he tenses and the way his chest heaves as he breathes.

"What?" He asks with a sly smile.

"Do you have any tattoos?" I ask randomly.

"Maybe?"

"Can I see?"

He pulls up his shirt and reveals a fairly big tattoo on his back wrapping around his side.

It starts off as an anchor and then the birds are forming from the top and flying away.

"It is a very important resemblance. Remember that you can never be anchored down by anything, fly away and be free." He explains.

"I love it." I saw in awe examining every detail.

He puts his shirt down and I stare at him.

"Sage?" He interrupts my thoughts.

"Yes?" I hum.

"Would you want to, possibly, hang out later?" He asks, his eyes shimmering with hope.

"I would love that." I nod, a large smile plastered on my face.

"I was hoping you would say that." He bites his lip.

I let out a small moan, non sexual. That was just so hot. Damn.

He raises a quizzical eyebrow and I press my lips together, "Did you hear that weird noise?"

"Mhm. I did." He chuckles.

"God, it was weird." I wave a hand in front of me and laugh.

He stop and looks at me.

"What?" I ask.

"I feel like, like, we, have a connection, ya know?"

I bite the inside of my cheek, "yeah, I know."

"So, can I see your phone?"

"For?"

"Please?!" He pleads.

"Okay?" I unwillingly handed it to him.

He smiles deviously as he enters something and once he hands the phone back I see he added his contact.

Ryk💖

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"Text you when I'll come get you!" He waves as he walks away.

I stand staring at my phone and thoughts just race around in my head.

*Brody's P.O.V*

I can't help but get this feeling every time I think I about Aspen. She is just so perfect. Too good for me, but it just intrigues me more and more.

Hopefully this night goes as hoped and I don't ruin it with my stupidity.

Deep breaths Brody, deep breaths.