Heartbreaker [Ryden] [BOOK ONE]

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"Brendon! Come back here," I choked out, running after him. He kept up his mien, and kept up his fast-paced walking. It was clear he was trying to avoid me. I couldn't breath. Everything was blurry- I fucked up. I should've never trusted Jon, god dammit. 

When I reached him, I clung to him, wrapped my fingers around his wrist and tried stopping him. However, he yanked away, and whirled around with a hiss as he stumbled back a few feet. His eyes, his beautiful brown eyes- still boiled with absolute hatred. I felt like a disgrace. 

"What the fuck do you want from me, Ryan?" He spat. I flinched, but refused to back down. I needed to tell him it was Jon, that I would never do anything of the sort. 

"I just, I wanted to tell you-" I began, but I couldn't get it out. I couldn't get anything out, the words caught in my throat, my hands were shaky. I sniffled, wiping my tear-stained cheeks to keep from making it obvious I was scared for the both of us.

"D-Don't leave me, Brendon, please." I managed to squeak out after an awkward moment of struggling. Brendon raised an eyebrow, and put his hand on his waist. The people around us were finally showing some interest in the situation. I wish they'd just leave us alone.

"You just kissed Jon. Right in front of my face, Ryan. You basically rubbed it in. Okay, Ryan, you win, I can't control you, but that sure as hell doesn't mean go and do something as selfish as that." Brendon sneered in a low whisper, so no one else would hear us. Bless him, people had started shrugging off their curiosity, and heading for their classes.

I was speechless, however. He had it all wrong! "No, you don't understand, let me explain, okay?" I begged. Brendon gave me more silence, anger was clearly set on his features, the way his eyes scanned over me- as if I were a peasant. The way his jaw was set, and the way he was breathing in slow, heavy breaths. He was rather scary.

"Fine." He decided, grabbing me by the shoulder. I expected him to be, well, rough with me. Especially since he'd held that face, but when he reached forward to wrap an arm around my shoulders, all I sensed was passion.

He maternally pulled my face to his chest as we walked. Taking advantage of this, I buried my face in his chest, and clung to his shirt, I was crying again, but not as heavily as when I was with Jon. We walked for a few minutes before Brendon pulled away from me, and stepped back a few feet. 

I realized we were outside, on the school campus. We were likely gonna miss out first classes, but I don't think he cared. Nor did I, honestly. Brendon was sat on a bench near the brick wall, and I stood in front of him, awkwardly shuffling my feet across the ground.

"Spit it out." He insisted, crossing his arms, and leaning back against the wall. I frowned, but went on. "I didn't kiss him."

"Bullshit. You're lying through your teeth!" Brendon protested, pointing accusingly at me. I shook my head, my eyes were wide again. 

"You don't understand! Jon, h-he, he kissed me, not the other way around. I tried to get him off me, I d-didn't like it, he was rough about it, it scared me, Brendon, it scared me." I whimpered, biting my bottom lip. All this time I had been trying not to come off as pathetic, but after that, I was pretty sure I came off as pretty pathetic. I dropped my gaze to the floor in defeat.

I heard Brendon sigh, and I knew I'd managed to persuade some part of him. It was a sad sigh, one that hold a lot of emotion. Now I felt bad- and I wasn't even to blame! Or was I? I didn't know anymore.

"I told you to stay away from him, Ry, I told you he was bad luck," Brendon reminded me, reaching out to grab my waist. He pulled me towards him. I was thankful for this, as I was about .5 seconds from crying. As soon as he had pulled me onto his lap, I let more tears climb down my face. 

Brendon reached up and wiped my cheeks softly with his thumb, and pulled my head against his chest. I sniffled again, relaxing in his arms. This is what I wanted, not Jon. I never wanted Jon, and I know knew to avoid the fucker. I should've listened to Brendon in the first place.

"I-I know, Brendon, I was stupid." I murmured. He shook his head, then pressed a chaste kiss to my forehead. "You were stupid, but you've fixed it.." He corrected. Hope filled inside of me. He had forgiven me? Oh thank god. 

"You forgive me?" 

"Well who else am I suppose to go to prom with?" Brendon teased. It took a moment to register, but when it did, I felt my cheeks burning bright red. 

"W-Wait, prom?!" I asked. Prom. That was the ONE thing in this school year that actually blanked my mind- 

Brendon dug into his pocket to pull out a piece of paper, and unfolded it. Slowly, he stuck it in my hands. I looked over the paper, it was a flier. On the flier was a picture of Brendon, posing (must I add he looked utterly ATTRACTIVE in it?) with one hand against the wall, and one hand up in his hair, which was a mess.

"You're a prom king candidate," I read, "Prom's in about a week.." Brendon nodded, then pulled my face to his, sealing the offer with a quick kiss. 

"So you'll go with me? I mean, I really don't have anyone else.." He trailed off. I nodded slowly. A few moments of bliss silence filled the air before I spoke up again.

"Are you using me?" I asked. Brendon's smile fell, and he vigorously shook his head. 

"Why would I use you, Ry?"

"Do you love me?" I asked, my expression serious. He hesitantly looked at me, before sighing, and shaking his head. I raised my eyebrows. Finally, he answered.

"I can't answer that, Ryan, but whether I do or not, I still care about you. Deeply. Okay?" He whispered, "Plus, does this game really even matter anymore? Are you paying attention to all that shit, Ryry?" 

I slowly, but surely shook my head. So there was a chance I could win...as long as I didn't admit to being in love with him. I smiled once again, patting his chest. I pressed my lips to his again, whispering, "I'm proud of you for getting nominated." I murmured against his lips.

He laughed, a loud, heart-filled laugh. The kind of laugh that makes everyone else smile. It filled me with warmth, it was beautiful. Then, trying not to smile, and in the most serious voice he could possibly muster, he muttered, "I'm nominated every year. The thing is, you've been nominated too." 

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