Their Guy

Chapter 24

Leandrea's POV

"Ryden," I whispered leaning forward in my desk. "Ryden!"

No acknowledgement. No response.

"Ryden! What are you deaf?" I whispered again glancing around the room to make sure no one was looking at me.

"RYDEN! FOR THE MERCY OF GOD-"

"What do you want?!" He whisper shouted back to me and I could sense the irritation in his voice. His head was slightly tilted in my direction, not to much, so as to make sure that no one knew this exchange was happening.

"Do you know the answer for the 3rd question?" I asked him, leaning as much as I could. For me, my voice was like the wail of a banshee in the silent classroom but since the supervisor wasn't looking towards us, I was quiet enough.

"457."

"You sure?"

"Yup."

"How'd you get it?"

"Do you really want to know now?!" I felt his Vans kick me under the table and winced earning a glare from a few students around me.

"Okay okay," I mumbled, filling in the number on my answer sheet. "457 it is."

I couldn't see Ryden's face but I was sure he was smirking. Emma was vibrating with laughter next to me but I ignored her as I filled in the rest of my sheet easily and submitted it when the bell rang signalling the end of the day.

"I think you gave me a fracture," I said as soon as we got out of class and Ryden rolled his eyes. "See, I can't even walk straight."

"That's because you're probably drunk Leah," Dylan commented magically turning up next to us.

"Oh please," I snapped. "You were the one asking Emma for every answer."

"I only asked her for 5" he said lazily running his hand through his brown hair.

"There were 6 questions in the paper dude," Ryden added catching up to us wacking the back of his head. "And you asked me for one."

"Whatever it's still gonna get me a B- in this test"

Emma proceeded to say something back to him which made them roar with laughter but I was distracted by a familiar dirty blonde head in the crowd.

Jeremy.

He was leaning against a locker talking to Chelsea who was running her manicured hands up his arm, with his arms around her waist. I tried to look away but I just couldn't.

It was only a month since that night and here he was flirting with the school slut.

I wasn't shocked. I expected something like this from the jerk that he was.

But I was hurt.

Suddenly I realized that his eyes were on me, the same mysterious blue that I trusted with all my life. The same blue that stared at me with evident anger and madness that night.

Now he had forgotten all about Chelsea as he tried to talk to me through those same eyes.

This isn't what it looks like, they seemed to say. I'm sorry.

I felt dizzy. The corridor seemed to move in circles, the voices suddenly going under water. A hand slipped around my waist and I could feel the heat and security flowing into me through my red flannel. I looked up to see Ryden's familiar studded band, holding me towards him, his eyes focused on Jeremy. He pulled me towards him and I tried to act normal when I felt my heart race because of his chiselled abs against my back. We were close enough for me to feel his heart pounding and his warm breath against my neck and for once I forgot all about Jeremy who's eyes were still on us.