Ryan ****
Oh man. Boy, am I grateful for picking up that penny this morning. Luck is with me. I just got paired with Riley for the most perfect assignment.
We have to find out everything about each other. I know one thing already though: this girl has a nice ass. What? It's not my fault she's the one that got up to sharpen her pencil. But that's not all, she is spirited. Real spirited all right. She actually had the gull to call the teacher over and ask her what the academic reasoning is behind this assignment.
I almost about fell out of my chair laughing, it was entertaining watching the facial expression of Mrs. Johnson. She made up some BS of course, but the whole time Riley stared at her with a scowl and made some smart-ass remark I don't even remember.
"You got guts girl" I tell her.
"Well, seriously this is English Honors?" she remarks.
I just grin at her and she smiles back putting a piece of hair behind her ear. The bell rings then and she jumps up and I chuckle giving her a knowing look.
"Oh shut up" she retorts but a smirk plays on her lips.
"I didn't say anything"
"Yeah... well I know what you're thinking"
"Oh, do you?" I ask taking a step toward her leaving just inches between us.
I look into her eyes and my heart starts racing from being this close to her body. A flush comes up my neck and I hope she doesn't notice. Apparently not because she looks down at the tiles and a blush takes over her cheeks making her look even more irresistible than before.
"I-I have to g-get to class" she says breathlessly and turns on her heels and leaves me standing there smiling to myself still staring after her.
Riley****
I just about run out of the classroom trying to get away from Ryan. Good job Riley, I probably looked like some ten year old running away from some crush she has. Crush? What am I even talking about? I do not like Ryan. I don't even know him I tell myself.
Well I'm not going to be able to use that justification anymore after this week. Stupid Mrs. Johnson and her stupid assignments with her lame excuses. I laugh at myself remembering I actually questioned her about her academic reasoning on this assignment and she just looked at me dumbfounded. I guess
I could say teachers never really liked me and that's the understatement of the year.
It didn't help that Ryan was laughing like a hyena in the seat in front of me either. It was very hard to keep a straight face with him busting a gut in my peripheral vision.
After agreeing to meet after school tomorrow to start this project the bell rang and I jumped again making Ryan grin at me. After throwing a couple of cute flirty comments back and forth things got hot in there real fast. One minute I was standing a couple inches away from resisting the impulse to reach out and touch him and the next I'm speed walking down the hallway scoping for Kellie.
I spot her natural sun-blonde hair bobbing in and out of the crowd and make a bee-line for her. I grab her wrist and pull her to the lockers.
"Well hello to you, too" she jokes.
"O. M. Flippen. G." I say.
"Okay, spill" she smirks putting a hand on her hip.
I tell her all about Ryan while walking to Science class. She listens and when I'm done she doesn't say anything.
"Kellie! Say something!" I say practically bouncing off the walls.
"Well, what do you want me to say?"
"I don't know. I need a "Kellie Comment" or something!"
"Cool?" she asks questioningly.
"Cool?" I ask skeptically, "Is that all you can say?"
"Well, do you like him?"
I sigh and slide into a desk behind her.
"No... Yes... Maybe. I don't know," I sigh again, "He just seems like you know those preppy boys. The ones on the football team who dates the blonde cheerleaders. I mean look at me I am not a blonde cheerleader!"
"Yeah well what if he's different?"
"And if he's not? What if I make a fool of myself?"
"And if you do, he is one guy, one out of about two thousand students, half of which are dudes."
"I don't like you when you are so logical" I pout.
"Sorry Hun. One of us has to be" she smiles at me.
The rest of the period passes fast. The rest of the day passes fast, actually. Finally I'm sitting in my room after dinner and a billion questions from my mom on how my first day of school was. After half an hour of me only giving half answers she finally gives up and lets me lumber off to my room.
I sit on my comforter decorated with stripes of blue and black and pull out my sketchbook. I automatically flip to my drawing of Ryan and stare at the unfinished picture. I brush my fingers across the page and try to imagine what the real face feels like.
I flip the notebook closed and toss it onto my dark blue carpet. It lands with a thud as I lean over my bed and pull a piece a paper and pencil from my night stand drawer. I sit back up and cross my legs Indian style putting the paper on top of the math text book I got issued to me today.
I decide to start making a list of questions to ask Ryan after school tomorrow on our study date. No, not date... study... session. There we go- study session.
List of questions:
1) What is your favorite thing to do outside of school?
2) Do you play any sports?
3) Are you in any way attracted to me?
I groan and scratch out the bottom question. I crumble the paper and throw it at my door. Flustered and in no mood to finish the list of questions I decide to just turn in for the night even though it's only nine thirty. I peel my clothes off and put on black Sophies and my zebra printed sports bra. It's my lucky one; I got it for my birthday last year from Kellie. I climb into bed and pull the covers up to my chin.
Something big is going to happen tomorrow, I can feel it.
Ryan****
I step out of the shower and pull a towel around me as I walk into my room. My bathroom is right off my room. I'm the only one who uses that bathroom since we have like five other ones. I pull on a pair of boxers and basketball shorts not bothering with a shirt.
I plug my iPod into the speakers and turn on shuffle. Find Your Love by Drake comes on and I crank the volume. I start singing along to it only because it's one of my favorite songs. Okay so I sing along to almost any song. It's just what I do.
I grab my backpack and pull out the paper we got from Mrs. Johnson and look over some of the sample questions to ask our partners for the assignment. My mind starts wondering from favorite colors and hobbies to Riley. I replay what happened after the bell rang. Usually I can read girls, but I can't read her. I have no idea what's going on inside the pretty little head of hers. The song changes then to I Like It by Enrique Iglesias featuring Pitbull.
I stop singing along think about where to take Riley tomorrow. Hopefully it'll go more as a date rather than focusing on this assignment, but I have a feeling
Riley is the type of girl that isn't going to make this easy.
I decide on the ice cream place we have down town. It's not that far from the high school and we can walk there. Gosh, I haven't ever had to plan out a date before.
I am going to make Riley my girlfriend. I have to. This girl has me bending over backwards and she's going to be mine. I'm not giving up. Ever.
