Don't Touch Me [ryden]

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^^keep smiling beautiful, also Spence looks like that in this story

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The rubber soles of Ryan's shoes echoed throughout the nearly empty halls as he speed walked to his class. Since he slept in a little today considering Brendon chose not to wake him up and the fact that he wasn't feeling entirely well didn't help his case that much. He hated being late to things, he was never late to any of his classes, well until now. Although college professors don't care if you're late or not, present or not, Ryan didn't want to miss out on anything, and now he was forty minutes late.

Even in the middle of this harmless crisis, Ryan couldn't help but think about what Brendon could've did to him while he was unconscious. He hated seeing different clothing clung on his body the moment he woke up, it was just wrong. Brendon undressed him and he knew it, and certainly didn't like it. Even if it wasn't supposed to mean anything, it did to Ryan, because he knew Brendon was gay.

He wasn't homophobic, he wasn't fairly religious either, missed out on a couple of Sunday masses when he was a little kid but it was more of an obligatory thing to do when you're still a kid living with your parents. He didn't pay attention to church but he knew boys aren't supposed to be with boys, not that he knew any bible verses that would support that but it was just wrong to think about. It was weird thinking about a man and a woman fornicating, how much more if it were people of the same sex, heck the parts don't even go together.

Ryan shuddered at the thought.

He walked in his classroom with a few eyes on him including his professor who gave him a few seconds to get settled on his seat. His eyes darts to the seat three rows below him and surprise surprise, there was no Brendon in sight and he totally isn't disappointed by that.

"That would be all, don't forget to send in your test sheets, I'll be grading them. Enjoy the rest of the day."

Ryan's eyes almost pop out of his head when everyone else cheers as they rush outside the classroom shoving their papers on their teacher's desk. He puts his pens back in his case then to his backpack including his notebook before walking to his teacher. "We had a test today?"

"Don't worry Ryan, it was a short quiz. You can still be a surgeon." His professor pushes his glasses further up his long wrinkled up nose before giving Ryan a pat on the back. "Any reason why you were tardy today boy?"

"I slept in, I didn't get much sleep last night. I was uh--out." Ryan tries to explain, scratching the back of his neck.

"Classic college party Ryan? Didn't peg you as the party type now." His professor grins at Ryan, leaning back in his own desk.

"Oh no no, it wasn't even, I mean I wasn't"

"It's alright boy. You can't take the kid from the parties. It's alright a little fun is healthy especially for you, don't see you much around except on the field."

"Yeah I guess"

"Well, enjoy the rest of your morning Ryan."

"You too, thanks." He bids him goodbye as he walks outside the room and back to his dorm room. Secretly hoping Brendon didn't make a mess out of it and touches his things. He instantly brushes the thought and he blushes walking faster. Why was he even implying that Brendon would go back to his room still, as far as he's concerned Dallon and Brendon weren't on great terms at the moment.

His eyebrows knit together when his phone beeps from his pocket so he fishes it out to see a text message from an unknown number.

Unknown number: hey man :))

He knew it, Brendon was snooping around his stuff and his phone that's probably why he has his number. He thinks about the boy's incapability of leaving him alone, how oblivious can he get? Ryan immediately types in a response.

Ryan: fuck off Brendon

He presses the send button and proudly smiles at how rude he sounded. However he finds himself rather excited when he heard another buzz from his phone.

Unknown number: uh, this isn't Brendon?

Oh.

Unknown number: so you were expecting it to be Brendon?!?? wink wonk ;))

Almost immediately Ryan's face heats up as he frantically types back. Probably confused at himself on why he was freaking out about something like that in the middle of the hallway looking like a red teenager who saw his first boobs.

Ryan: no, who is this?

Unknown number: its Spencer, meet us at the back of McKinley Hall. Doing something fun, see ya!