Heartbreaker [Ryden] [BOOK ONE]

- six -

As I'd guessed, the soccer game, which was at the local park, was fucking boring. Still, Brendon pestered at me to pay attention, though I was getting very antsy and fidgety, unable to put up with not only the hot weather, but the lack of actual entertainment.

"Ryan, sit still, Jesus Christ!" Brendon sputtered, throwing an arm around my shoulders to pull me closer. I was uncomfortable in all black, as black did attract sunlight. I huffed softly, reluctantly leaning into his side.

"-but this is literally the most boring game ever! Look, we're the only ones here other than his parents!" I whined, jabbing a thumb over my shoulder, where a couple sat wrapped up in each other the way Brendon and I were, except they actually were cheering.

"At least try to pay attention?" Brendon begged, grabbing my chin in his hand. I frowned again, squirming slightly beneath his touch. Still, I let him turn my head to where the commotion was happening. Dallon was standing off to the side, waving his arms in the air. 

When someone finally noticed him, they kicked the ball in his direction. Caught of guard, he leaned over to grab it with his hands. The fuck hat actually grabbed the ball- in a sport where using your hands wasn't allowed. 

His entire team grunted in unison, some throwing their hands in the air in disbelief, while they stormed back to their spots. The coach blew the whistle, waving a hand in a horizontal line, deeming it a foul.

"Dallon, we've been through this, you can't catch the ball! This isn't football!" The goalie from our team shouted. Dallon pulled the guiltiest of faces, frowning slightly. I groaned softly in distaste, turning my face to press it against Brendon's shoulder. 

Finally, the boy caved.

"Here, take ten dollars, go buy yourself something from the food stands across the field." Brendon murmured. A smile spread across my face as I lifted my head off his shoulder, standing to straighten my jacket out. He stood up as well, fishing a wad of cash out of his back pocket. 

He sorted through it, and as he fingered through it, I counted it out. I counted fifty dollars. Wowie. Either way, I couldn't help plastering a tiny, happy smile on my face as I swiped the money from him. 

"Thanks, babe!" I squealed. He rolled his eyes, sighing. Then, I noticed he was looking anywhere but me. This made me only slightly disappointed, so to snatch his attention, I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his cheek before turning to clumsily stumble down the bleacher steps.

I was quick to race around the field to the other side, and by the time I'd reached the food stands, I was panting, out of breath. I leaned against the open window, clutching my chest with my free hand. 

"You need to exercise more, Ryan." A voice jolted me from my thoughts, I quickly snapped my head over to meet Jon's steady gaze. I was rather shocked, but I didn't say anymore. I simply straightened up a little, puffing my chest out. I slid the ten dollar bill across the window sill.

"A hotdog, please." I murmured, tearing my gaze away from Jon, but to the game instead. He was wearing a short skirt and a tank-top. Not only that, but he had stuck a bow atop his head. I wasn't gonna lie, Jon looked pretty cute.

"I don't even get a hello? How unfortunate." He whined softly, taking the money he thumbed through it, counting it out, before sliding back a five dollar bill, and two ones. With that, he disappeared in the back of the building. I turned to him, smiling in a friendly manner. Brendon didn't want me talking to Jon, though Brendon didn't make my decisions.

"Hello, Walker." I greeted, another smile spreading across my face as he returned with a plate, a hotdog in a bun, and some ketchup on the side. I frowned slightly as I took it off the sill. "The ketchup doesn't cost anything?" I asked.