Good Girl Gone Bad

25 | Think Again, Pretty Boy.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Think Again, Pretty Boy.

Listen To: Kissing Strangers by DNCE.

Dedicated To: @mythicalnarwhal. For the amazing covers she made for me. The one above being only one of the gorgeous four. Thank you so, so much 🖤🖤.
(I'll put the rest at the end). 💕

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Ryan showed up at my doorstep an hour later; out of breath and weirdly hopeful.

I took one look at him and resisted the urge to slam the door in his face.

I'd been in my room, dolled up in a huge sweater of my dad's and short shorts as I chose an outfit for tomorrow's date with Jared as well as tried to expel the image of Ryan and Alexis from my mind.

Just as I was turning out my light and getting into bed, the doorbell rang. 'Faye!' I heard Asher yell from across the hall, 'move your lazy ass and get the door!'

I scowled, rolling my eyes as I mentally flipped him off and bounded downstairs. Throwning open the door, I found myself facing the one and only Ryan.

My eyes widened in surprise for half a second until I smoothed them into a blank expression. The anger laying dormant in me came rising to the top suddenly and I narrowed my eyes at him.

'What do you want?' I half snapped, fighting to keep my voice emotionless. Honestly though, I don't know why I was reacting so strongly. It's not like he cheated on me or something.

More like betrayed. That's it, I thought to myself, it's betrayel you're feeling. The betrayel of a friend. I wouldn't have felt like this if it had been anyone but Alexis.

At least, that's what I made myself believe. It was nothing more than a strong violation of obvious friendship rules. Fraternizing with the enemy.

'I needed to talk to you,' Ryan began nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as his eyes darted over my appearance and sparked with amusement before coming back to mine.

The action boosted my steadily declining anger and my face hardened as I started closing the door.

'I'm busy.'

Desperation flashed across Ryan's face before his eyes hardened, this time in determination.

He stepped forward and placed his foot between the door, preventing me from closing it.

'I need to talk to you,' he repeated again, eyes narrowed on mine, 'now. Please.'

I searched his face for a moment before sighing. 'Fine,' I ground out, not opening the door any further or making a move to let him in, 'talk.'

He blinked, opening his mouth to say something but closing it before he could.

Looking around, he stepped forward towards me and this time, spoke.

'I wanted to,' his voice came out breathy and he cleared his throat, starting again, voice stronger this time, 'I wanted to talk about what happened at the game.'

I shot him a sarcastic smirk, 'Good game, right? Quite a nice victory. Of course, for me, having a date with the person who shot the winning goal is just cherry on the cake.'

Ok, maybe it was a completely bitchy move, throwing my date in his face, but I felt a strange sense of satisfaction when he flinched at the word date.

'I didn't kiss Alexis by choice!' he burst out suddenly, the look in his eye unreadable and I blinked at him in confusion.

Didn't kiss her.. What? His words registered in my brain and I scoffed internally. So he just found himself kissing her with his arms around her waist and eyes closed. Brilliant.