How was I going to do this?
Maybe I could bring up Scooby Doo?
No, no, that's a horrible idea. I mean we both like it but how would that lead to what I wanted to say?
Maybe I should just come straight out with it? No, that would end horribly for me. He would probably look at me like I was from another planet.
But then he had been really nice to me, even if I chose not to look at it at times. But I couldn't ignore it any longer when it was as clear as day now.
I kept opening my mouth to say something but every time I did I just as quickly shut it which resulted in a series of sighs escaping my lips.
"What?" Ryder said.
"Huh?" I was so confused as he had spoken but he continued to stare down at the work we were doing.
He turned to me chewing the top of his pen "What is it you want to say? You keep opening and shutting your mouth like a fish so clearly you want to say something" he smirked and raised his eyebrows "Well?"
I narrowed my eyes at him. He just called me a fish, I mean that wasn't too bad but the smirk was back. Who said this guy deserved anything but hatred from me? Clearly my change of opinion of him was coming from a crazy place because I could see clearly now that he was just as irritating as ever.
I turned back to my work "Nothing" I said as I began to write in my jotter.
"Oh come on, don't be like that. I was kidding. What was it you wanted to say?"
Knowing not receiving an answer would piss him off I continued "Since I'm a fish and they don't really have great memories, I'm REALLY having a hard time remembering what I wanted to say" I furrowed my eyebrows and mockingly scratched the back of my head.
"Okay, sorry for calling you a fish. Now please tell me what you wanted to say?"
"Errr...let me see....nope!" I looked to him, smiled evilly and returned to my work.
His tone became really serious "Okay, I'm seriously sorry Faith, what is t you wanted to say? Is everything okay?" I felt his whole body turn towards me.
This guy confused me so much. So irritating one minute and so concerned or caring the next.
But as I turned to him any determination to not tell him anything vanished as I saw his concerned green eyes focused solely on me and me alone.
Okay, Faith you can do this. I mean yes you have had to admit your opinion of someone, for the first time in your life, has been wrong but this guy really helped you out the other day.
My voice became really small and I began to look down at my hands as Ryder was still facing me but I was sitting straight in my seat.
"I....er...I wanted to thank you for the other day. When you came and helped me with the books. I really appreciate it and it may not be a big deal to you but it was a big deal to me. You could have sat there and stared like the rest of the class but you got up and helped me. That meant a lot."
I took a sigh of relief for finally liberating myself from the words that had been trapped within me trying to make their way somehow to Ryder and then some because some of what came out I definitely had not planned to say. But I mean I had slipped up in front of him before, so it wasn't completely out of the ordinary.
"You have nothing to be thankful for" he spoke so softly.
"But I do. You helped me when you didn't have to and I just wanted you to know how thankful I was" I was still looking down at my hands and fidgeting.
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Broken Faith ✓
Roman d'amourFor how long can one be strong? And if we ever do fall weak, is it okay to? Faith Mierra is just trying to survive all of the turmoil and make peace with the shackles of pain handed to her by life. A senior in high school, Faith is striving to mak...