Okay, Lisa.
Calm down. It's just a friendly visit.
When the person in question clearly told me he doesn't want anything do with me...
Whatever, I'm just bringing him the assignments he had missed over the days.
When I'm not even the class representative....
But Chloe gave them to me! She's the class representative and I can't really ignore a direct order from her, right?
When she gave them to me after I begged her while on my knees because I needed an excuse to go...
See people? This is what liking someone does to you.
I'm finding excuses to go and not go at the same time.
I clutch the paper bag in my hand which contains Ryder's assignments and tests for the three days he hadn't bothered to show his face at school. He'd been a no show today too and my anger at him was getting overpowered by my worry for him.
That's what you call being in lo-
Shut up, shut up, shut up!
God, I hate that sub conscious bitch!
Fucking whore. Always making me think about Ryder.
And his Greek god body.
And his chiseled jaw.
And his mesmerizing blue eyes.
And...
Shut the hell up already!
I sigh in frustration and ready myself.
Okay, I've come this far. I can just push the doorbell, right? Then if his mom comes, I can just give it to her and be done with it.
Great, now I'm feeling both relief and disappointment at the same time.
So those authors on Wattpad aren't really lying. You do feel crazy shits like this in lo-like. In like.
Yup, in like.
In like? Are you retarded?
Do any of you know of an way to murder your sub conscious?
Taking a deep breath, I force my shaking fingers to push the doorbells. A sweet chiming noise rings throughout the summer afternoon.
Everything is silent for a moment but then I hear footsteps stumbling towards the door.
I know what happens in books and movies. The guy opens the door, the girl takes care of him and voila. They're both in love with each other.
But as it isn't a cliche movie, obviously his mother will open the door.
I feel disappointed but also a slight relief.
Oh fuck, Lisa. You're an strong and independent woman aren't you? You're a feminist! Nothing can bring you down! Why are you-
The door creaks open and the rest of my rant drowns in my throat.
No, there isn't an old lady wearing a kitchen apron standing there.
Instead of his mother like I expected, Ryder is standing there shirtless leaning on the doorframe. His eyes are half closed and a thick layer of sweat covers his forehead. He is slightly panting as he stands there.
My eyes drift towards his chest. I gulp. Oh fuck.
What was I saying again?
My eyes drift lower to the loose fitting sweatpants he is wearing which hangs dangerously low on his hips.
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