I Punched The Bad Boy

-XXI- Old Soul

|CHAPTER TWENTY|
|OLD SOUL|

Thea's P.O.V

  I smile at Ryder standing up on wobbly legs. "You sure you don't want me to help you?" I ask.

  Ryder is now getting released from the hospital. He was actually supposed to be out about a week ago because most of his injuries have healed-besides the large stitched gash on his forehead- but the doctor wanted to make sure.

  Ryder waves me off, "I'm fine. I can walk myself." He mumbles.

  I smirk, "Okay, I will be downstairs." I taunt. I look back at Ryder who looks at me with narrowed eyes.

  "No. Wait for me. I have to change." He grabs the clothes Devin brought for him and rips off his gown, leaving him in his underwear.

  "Ryder!" I yell and close my eyes, "You could have warned me!" He laughs.

  "Yeah, I could have, but you wouldn't have been able to bask in my sexiness." He states.

  I hear clothing rustle and then a 'okay'.

  I open one eye, just to be safe. When I see he is fully clothed with arms crossed, I open both eyes. I smile meekly, "I was just making sure."

  He laughs and shake his head, "You're to innocent, Pea." I frown.

  Not really. I shake my head to rid the thought.

  "Lets go. I'm hungry." I state while walking out of the room. When Ryder doesn't follow me, I walk back into the room.

  Ryder stand at the table full of gifts. I lean against the door frame and rest my head on it.

  "People actually came?" He asks softly. He picks up a bright pink get well soon card and opens it. Silver glitter sparkles down and onto the white Nikes he wears.

  "Yup." I reply, "Even people who you don't even know." My stomach gurgles. "Even the principle came, only to bug me about my grades. I told her to fuck off."

  He laughs, "Good job. Would have done the same," He wanders around the long sided table. Picking up cards, smelling the flowers, and feeling the soft fluff of the teddy bears.

  "Ryder, lets go. I'm craving Burger King." Ryder looks back at me with a small smile.

  "Of course you are," He laughs and follows me out.

  I mock hurt. "Are you calling me fat?"
  "No," He replies, "I'm calling you a pig."

  The inner latina in me comes out. I end up smacking him across the cheek.

  "Now, Burger King?" I ask with a smile.

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  I moan as a take a bite in a french fry. The salty taste bursts in my mouth like a explosion.

  "You really like fries, don't you?" A voice interrupts my food-gasm.

  I smile with mashed potatoes in my mouth, "Yes, yes I do."

  I dip a couple into my ice cream and shove them into my mouth. Then I take a big lick of the ice cream.

  "How are you not fat?" He asks. I gasp and hug the little fries left to my chest.

  "Are you fat shaming my fries?" I demand. He should remember what happened last time.

  He looks at me with lowered lids, as if he can't hold them up anymore. "No, I'm fat shaming you."

  Then all of a sudden, he leans over and licks the tip of my nose.

  I stare at him with a startled expression, "What was that for?" He smirks.

  "You had ice cream on your nose," He replies casually as he picks a fry. I narrow my eyes.

  "You could just have told me," I rub my nose, "now I probably have a sexual transmitted infection!" I exclaim.

  "Yeah, maybe. Who is going to check?" He winks successively. My cheeks burn.

  "Just take me back home maldita sea." He looks at me with an confused expression.

  I roll my eyes. "Dammit."

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Ryder's P.O.V.

  I stare at Theania resting on her bed. She lays in the fetal position while the sunlight captures her long, dark lashes that rest on her cheekbones. The sun glints off the few hairs that have fallen in front of her face. Her pink lips are slightly parted as she breathes in and out.

  How can a girl so beautiful?

  I reach over to my bag resting against the her desk and pull out my drawing book. Good thing we stopped by my house for a few of my things.

  I open to a clean page, grab my sketching pencil and start to draw light lines resembling the outline of her face. I then start on her eyes, the lashes drawn in long, dark strokes.

  I do her high defined cheekbones next, then drawing her nose, then her full, plump, lips. Lips I want to kiss again.

  Next I do her long finger, curves here and there. I get lost in the drawing. Smudging, lining, shading.

  I haven't been this engrossed in drawing since my mother left me- our family, for another family. Then my dad died. I was taken into a foster home.

  I lived there for a few years until Devin's dad legally adopted me. Since then, I refused to do art. I dropped out of every art class I had.

  Now, after not doing art for so long, it feels good. Like a old soul has woken inside of me.

  A few hours later, I'm finished. Surprisingly, Thea hasn't woken up. Thank God for that too. Thea truly needed her sleep, especially after waiting for me for so long.

  A sharp sting hits my chest and I drop my pencil. My press my hand on the spot to lessen the pain, but as quick as it came, it was gone.

  My body is still just healing, aftershocks, I think to myself.

  I look at the drawing with satisfaction.

  The perfect amount of shading here, the perfect amount of texture there. After I was finished sketching, I pulled out oil paints I had found resting on Thea's desk.

  I sigh in content and put my sketch pad away in my bag. Then I hear a cry.

  "Stop," Thea mumbles. I stop moving to pick up anymore noises. She whimpers and tosses in her sleep.

  She claws at her neck. "No!" She cries. I run over and put her

  "Thea," I whisper, patting her cheek softly, "wake up, baby girl. It's just a dream." Her eyes shoot open and she pats my face wildly.

  "Ryder, Ryder, Ryder?" She repeats. I stroke her damp hair away from her forehead.

  "Yes, Sugar, It's me." She hugs my torso and sobs.

  "It-, he, kill," She stutters. I shush her and run my fingers through her hair.

  "I think it's about time you tell me why you act like this, babe," I whisper.
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Translations:
  -Spanish-
    °maldita sea- Dammit

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Edited as of June 24, 2017