Rivals For Love

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"You ready for detention?" Ryan asks, approaching me.

"As ready as I'll ever be," I say, feeling dull.

"I'll race yah!" Ryan smirked.

Those were the words that triggered me. Even though the detention room was across from us, we run anyway.

Luckily, no teachers saw us.

Our speed was the same, and the door frame so small, we both got stuck. My body was pressed against his, my back facing his face. It was so tight, it sorta felt like a sexual position.

"Umm..I'm stuck.." I say.

"Yeah, me too.."

I start to feel something against my butt..was it..Ryan's..you know..baby maker?

I hear a groan escape from his mouth.

"What the hell why are you being like this?"

"Why am I being like this? You should ask yourself! You're the one giving me a BONER!"

"What? Ewwww gross NOO I'm not doing that!"

"Yes you are! Do you feel something against your..butt?"

I turn my head a little to take a glance at him. He was smirking. I knew it!

"Yeah..what..wait..that's..your......"

"...penis?"

"Dude!! You just said it!"

"I said it to annoy you!"

"Whatever.."

Another groan slips out of his mouth.

"Will you stop groaning?"

"Sorry..can't..I have a boner. And you're giving it to me."

"How am I doing that?"

"You're butt.."

"What the heck your dreaming of me in your bed?!"

"Ugh...n-noooooo.."

"Ryan Tyler Darren!!! You were dreaming of me in bed!"

"I was no-"

"I'm sure all the boys do," an unfamiliar voice speaks. "I am the detention monitor. You were suppose to be in that room 10 minutes ago,"

"We got stuck," Ryan and I say in unison.

"Huh. Well, for not being in detention, I will grant you one more hour of detention." Mr. Detention Monitor says.

"You'll regret that," I say with a smirk, reminding Ryan of what we do to get out of detention.

"Ok..just help us out of here! She gave me a freaking boner!" Ryan rages.

He said it. In front of a teacher. Shoot.

"She did what now?" MDM says.

"Just help us out of here!" I demand.

Finally, we were free.

"What did Mr. Detention Monitor mean when he said, 'I'm sure all the boys do,'?"

"Three words. You. Are. Very. Hot. Wait, that's four words," Ryan whispers.

"No I am not!"

"Don't tell me you haven't noticed all those guys staring at you in the halls when we walk by,"

"I get stares?!?"

"Yes, by every boy,"

"And I thought I was a dork!"