Project Fuckboy (girlxgirl)

None of your business

I was determined today to ignore everybodys' rude stares, because after seeing Ryan yesterday, none of them matter to me anymore. Nova is a distant thought in my head now too, but this does make me more determined to crush Derek like bug. She was distracting me from the plan at hand, but now that the two faced bitch showed her try colors, I can focus.

Speaking of crushing Derek like a bug, Football season is starting in 2 weeks, and I have 2 weeks to figure out how the fuck to play it. Ryan suggested I learn during summer, but I figured it was easy enough to pick up on. Now that I've looked through so many damn videos on the subject, it looks harder than a young gay porn star.

All the the throwing, kicking, punting, tackling, yards, and the penalties. My lord, it just freaks me the hell out on how many damn rules there are. I've never played a sport in my life and I'm starting to regret that decision now. Although, maybe being hot ass football play will get Scarlete's attention, but who knows.

Anyways, after I left the hospital at like 4 in the morning, I had to sneak into Ryan's bedroom window and take a shower. Like always, his dad was wasted to all hell, so it's not like he noticed the intruder in his shower. Afterwards I started to unpack my clothes and setting them into Ryan's half empty closet.

He buys and gets rid of clothes like fucking crazy. He'll buy an expensive leather jacket on Tuesday, and then get rid of it on Friday.

I realized I have like 3 hours 'till school starts, so I need to get dressed then maybe get a nap.

My ears perk at the noise coming from downstairs, and I turn as frigid as a glacier. There were distant footsteps walking up the stairs, and small mumbled curses coming with it. The distant footsteps were coming closer and becoming more clear. A cold sweat started to form on my brow, and palms became sweaty as a result. My breathing was ragged, and my blood turned to ice.

The footsteps stopped for awhile, and I soon calmed down. The frigid-ness in my posture diled down slowly. I was praying up the God I didn't believe in, (for clear reasons, asshole parents) that he would be gone for the rest of the night. Unfortunately, A bang startled the shit out of me, because the loud noise came from a knock at the door.

"F-faggot, I heard y-your sorr-sorry ass t-taking a sh-shower. J-just know if y-your m-mother was here, sh-she'd be as ashamed o-of you as I-I am. I-I hope y-you know I-I p-pray every night y-you'll never w-wake-"

I couldn't bare to hear anymore of the shameful words, so I cupped my palms over my ears. My heart ached, and I felt so bad for Ryan. Don't get me wrong, I knew things are bad for Ryan, I just wasn't aware his father could say such terrible things about him. Every word that came out of the bastards mouth was slurred and stuttered. I don't think there was ever a moment he wasn't drunk.

Soon, I could here his stumbled footsteps going down stares. I let out a breathe I wasn't even aware I was holding, and body falls down onto the bed. I take a few minutes to compose myself before doing anything.

After a few minutes or so, my breathing was mellow, and I was calmed down to an extent. I let my legs dangle off of the bed, and then I made my way towards the closet. My hands scavenged through the closet, looking for something nice to wear.

I decided on a faded blue graphic T with flowers on the front, and a pair of pale green board shirt. I also decided to steal some of Ryan's shoes, because he had these white sperries that were cut as fuck.

I took a glance into his full body mirror, and I looked really casual, but classy at the same time. The bare bruises showing on my neck, calves, and arms were still purple, but beginning to yellow. Which means they were healing, fortunately. The clock showed I still had 2 hours 'till school, so I decided on a nap.