The Slut

Popsicle

"Take a seat Mr. Ryder, we haven't got all day", Mrs Lee said and turned towards the board to write today's assignment. Ian kept his eyes on me as he walked to the seat beside me and sat down. I turned towards to face the board.

"You don't look like the type to sit on the first row", I said nonchalantly while opening my book.

"I have my reasons", he smirked down at me. Exactly the answer I was expecting.

"And what might those reasons be, Mr. Ryder?", I asked with a seductive smirk and turned to look him in the eye.

"Well, a certain brunette for starters", He said while leaning dangerously close to me. For a second I just stared into his chocolate brown eyes. He really was a fine specimen. It looked like he had been running his hands through his hair. His skin looked so smooth. His lips looked soft and I wondered what they would feel like. His eyes fell to my parted lips. A cough behind me brought me out of my daze.

"Sorry to say, but I don't swing that way mate", Harold mumbled while looking straight into Ian's eyes. I let out a chuckle when Ian narrowed his eyes at him. He looked between Harold's somewhat annoyed face and my amused one and his smirk returned.

"I smell jealousy here", Ian said in a sing song voice making me shoot him a confused look. The new hot guy said what? 

"If you are all done talking I'd like to begin my class", Mrs. Lee sent us an irritated look but her eyes held amusement. She can never be mad at her students.

The rest of the class went by normally, if we ignore the glances Harold kept sending our way and the I-know-what's-going-on-here look Ian had plastered on his face. I was the first one out of the class when the bell rang. Honestly, I felt like a third wheel while sitting between Harold and Ian.

By the lunch period, I was ready to pull my hair out in frustration. Do teachers have nothing better to do than assigning endless amount of projects? Unfortunately, Ian had gone back to his home or something at the end of second period. Fortunately, Ryan was there in the previous period and hence, was walking beside me to the cafeteria with his arm around my shoulder.

"By the way, did you hear about the new hot guy? He seems to be the bad boy type", I told Ryan as we joined the line to get our food. We usually ate the lunch his mother prepared for him but he forgot to bring it today. Idiot.

"Yeah. Some girls in the second period were talking about licking him. What the fuck is he? A popsicle?", he said with a shudder and a disgusted look. I looked at him for a second before bursting out with laughter. He gave me a strange look as if I had asked for his kidneys. I doubled over in laughter at his expression and he subtly tried to get away from me, looking anywhere but me.

"My god Ryan", I stopped to giggle," why are you so innocent? How do you even manage to be this innocent after being with me for this long?", I asked him while shaking my head with a smile. The line moved. He just blushed and scrunched his nose as if that would make him understand the concept behind why girls would want to lick Ian. Finally, he gave up and just decided to pout and push me away like the mature adult he was.

I looked around and was not so surprised to see girls giving Ryan the googly eyes. We both took our food and went to sit at our table. Ryan and I sat together during lunch. He could've sat with his friends or the guys from the basketball team or the not-so-decently-dressed girls or at the 'popular table' but he didn't. If it weren't for him, I would've probably sat alone in a corner or gone to the library to eat.

I didn't have much friends. Come to think of it, Ryan, Zayn, Louis and Perrie were the only ones I hung out with. And Linda, if we're counting my visits to rehab. I just didn't trust anyone anymore. When mom was sent to rehab, I was....pathetic. Just roaming the hallways, studying, juggling the jobs. My "friends" were there for a few weeks maybe, but then they moved on with their lives, with people who actually smiled. I don't blame them. No. Who would want to be friends with a depressed soul anyway? But Ryan was there. He never left my side. He believed in me, that I would be fine again. If not in days, then maybe weeks, maybe years. But he believed in me. He stayed by my side. He was there for me.

"Oh fuck it", I heard Ryan mutter from his chair in front of me (which he had dragged away because he was "angry" at me) and drag it beside mine again, leaving no space between our chairs, and put his arm over my shoulder, pulling me close. I chuckled at him as he continued eating his grilled sandwich with the other hand. I ate the rest of my fries with a smile on my face. 

He would always be there for me.

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Yeah mothereffers that's right

ROBBIE AMELL FOR RYAN!!!!!!!!! I SWEAR I CAN JUST SIT ALL DAY STARING AT HIS PICS ON PINTEREST 

Tell me whom you ship with Diana!!

I'm on Team Ryannnn!!!!!!!!!! MY SHIP SHALL SAIL!!!!!!