fuck me through the phone ; ryden

12:30pm

ry: why is everyone talking about me?

b: what do you mean

ry: people keep saying that i gave you a blow job in the boy's bathroom
ry: people are coming up to me and asking me for one

b: what??!

ry: did you tell someone that i did that?

b: babe, i swear, why would i even do that?

ry: i don't know
ry: but i don't like it.

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dal: dude
dal: you're like the talk of the school

ry: you think i don't know that?
ry: why are people saying i did that

dal: did you

ry: god no dallon
ry: i don't understand what's going on
ry: people i've never spoken to are giving me weird looks
ry: and people from the football team are asking me to blow them

dal: maybe brendon said something

ry: i already asked him

dal: he could be lying
dal: he was popular back at st. paul maybe he said something to get his reputation back

ry: that's not like brendon
ry: he would do something like that
ry: he's too sweet |

dal: how long have you known him for though?
dal: if it were me you would have been able to tell i was lying straight through the phone

ry: yeah
ry: but brendon's different
ry: he's a caring guy

dal: is he though
dal: i heard he used to fuck girls left to right
read 12:43 pm

dal: don't get mad at me
dal: that's just something i heard

ry: i know
ry: and even if he did
ry: it's in the past

dal: yeah
dal: the past

ry: i'm gonna go home
ry: i'll text you later

ryan held his breath as he abruptly stood up during class, gathered his things and left, the teacher looked at him concerned but didn't do anything. with tears in ryan's eyes he walked to his locker, hearing footsteps from the other end of the hall. "ryan!" brendon

he choked back a sob as he listened to brendon get closer, "hey what's going on? i swear i never said anything about you doing anything like that with me, where are you you going?" brendon asked, worry written across his face, ryan tried his best to smile at brendon as he took his hands out of his boyfriends girp. "i'm just gonna go home is all." he tore his eyes from brendon, graving textbooks and putting some back in, "i'll come with-" "no! i just-" ryan watched as brendon's face went from worry to hurt, "i just... i need to be alone right now." he spoke quietly, what a god damn lie, he wanted nothing more than for brendon to hold him and tell him everything is going to be fine, but the thought of him using girls was at the back of his mind and he wanted to clear it. brendon nodded, his hand itching to hold ryan's, "did i do something, because if i did tell me and i'll fix it!" brendon pursued, trying to somehow get ryan to feel better, he hated seeing ryan like that, the sight made him want to cry aswell. "it's nothing you can fix b, i'll see you tomorrow." ryan closed his locker and hesitated before quickly pecking brendon's lips, trying to let him know that he's not mad at him, and he'll get over it.
brendon could feel his throat close on itself, his stomach was filled with butterflies, but not good ones, and he couldn't breath. his own tears pooled in his eyes and as ryan rounded the corner.
"yeah i'll see you tomorrow..."
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published a new book called track three, first chapter is out so, if you want read that :)