Marriya's PoV
I sit comfortably beside Rydel, listening to her converse with Ellington. I slowly begin to relax around them, but not completely. Every time Ratliff's deep laugh rings through the room, chills shoot up my spine. I don't care who he is, if he snaps, he can easily hurt me.
"Hello," a voice calls from the doorway.
Butterflies erupt in my stomach as Ross walks into the room, sporting his signature smirk. His eyes flutter to me and he walks over to the love seat, never taking his gaze off of me.
"Hey guys," Riker calls as he comes into the room, Rocky and Ryland following close behind. They both flash me a quick smile before finding their own seats.
My body goes rigid as they all glance at me, attempting to be nonchalant about it.
Rydel places her hand on my knee. "They won't hurt you. If you get overwhelmed, let me know," she whispers in my ear.
I nod, too nervous to make eye contact with her. Cheryl told them.
We sit in silence, me slowly studying each of them in turn. Without thinking, my eyes continually move back to Ross. His deep hazel eyes. His bleach blond hair. The dimple filled smile I have already fallen in love with.
"So I'm Riker-"
"Hi Riker," Rocky interrupts, pretending to be the crowd of an addiction help group.
Shooting him an irritated look, Riker continues. "As I was saying, I'm Riker. Worldwide sensation and kick ass bass player."
I can't help but return his smile.
"Well, I'm Rocky," he pauses. After looking around expectingly, he grumbles. "Hi Rocky."
All of us burst out laughing as he finishes, trying to get us to do it with him.
"You guys suck. Anyway, I have a cool green guitar and amazing hair. The chicks love me."
He shoots me a smirk and I laugh quietly.
"Yea, I'm kind of a big deal."
"Oh please, Rocky," Rydel grins.
"I'm Ryland. You'll see quite quickly that I am the coolest Lynch. Total babe magnet."
"Coolest Lynch? Really, Ry?" Rocky snickers. "You must have forgotten about me."
"No, I remembered."
"I'm Ross," Ross cuts in, forcing both of them to fall silent. "I love food and music. But mostly food."
I bite my lip and look down at my lap as he meets my eyes again.
"So Marriya, tell us about yourself," Riker says.
"Umm, well..." I stutter, unsure of what to say.
"It's okay, Marriya. You don't need to say anything if you don't want to," Ratliff cuts in.
"No, it's okay. My name is Marriya Hannah Mitchell, or Marriya Hannah Ratliff now I guess. For the past 16 years, I lived in Toronto, Ontario."
"I love Toronto. Sick crowd," Rocky comments.
"What was your favourite part about Toronto?" Ryland asks. He looks like he is about to continue, but Rydel cuts him off with a glare.
"Probably my best friends, Sam and Mikayla," I reply simply.
"What was your family like," Rocky asks. The second the words leave him, his eyes flood with fear. His hands fly up to cover his mouth.
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Crazy Stupid Love
Fanfiction"She was his first, he was her last." Marriya Mitchell didn't have it easy. Her life was far from perfect, and the people around her were a constant reminder of that. She had a dad who was never there, a verbally abusive mother, a physically abusive...
