Rylan's Girl (CURRENTLY EDITING MAJORLY AND STILL ONGOING)

3 (Edited)

I felt eyes on me the entire hour.

There were hushed voices traveling throughout the room the entire time and I just sat there—with my chin down and my brunette hair covering my face. Surely, it's not this uncommon to get a new student here, right?

The bell rang and students soon began to flood into the hall.

I was about to exit when a hand grabbed my arm.

"Told you you needed help," I turned around and saw Rylan with the same smirk that had been planted on his face the whole period.

I ignore the comment, keep walking and look at my schedule for my next class.

"Come on, let me see your schedule." He snatched the paper from my hands.

I cross my arms over my chest. Kids around us were giving me all different kinds of looks. I tried not to pay a lot of attention to them.

I snatched the paper back.

"Darlin', why can't you see I'm trying?" Rylan's mouth formed a toothy grin. "You should be honored."

"I'm just being smothered," I mutter under my breath.

His grin became wider. He starts walking straight and I follow.

"Well, princess—can I call you that, princess?" I'm about to argue when he talks again before I can, "I'm Rylan Johnson."

He continues, "I'm captain of the football team. I'm funny and good-looking. Who wouldn't want me?"

I didn't answer and stayed poker face since it seemed like the easier way to avoid responding in my full, strong voice.

"The point is, I can get any girl I want. And I just so happen to be trying to get you. So what do you say, baby?" His southern drawl really came out at the pet name, making me almost melt right there.

But I know better.

I purse my lips, laughter spilling out. He furrows his brows and the smirk on his face slowly fading. I realize we're now in front of my second period and I decide, fuck it. So I smile and say, "Not in a million years, Johnson."

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The day dragged on.

It's my last period, thank God. No one talked to me and I didn't talk to them; all I got were stares and more mumbles that had "new girl" in each one.

I don't know how many people attend this high school, but it doesn't seem like a lot.

I wonder if Dylan is getting the same treatment.

This hour happens to be English four and I'm sitting in the back again. The teacher is giving some kid a lecture because he had gum in his mouth and I've got my hand under my chin, bored as ever.

This seemed like an everyday occurrence because no one payed mind to them.

I'm supposed to be reading some book that's obviously ranged in middle school level, as well as the rest of the class but everyone is quietly whispering amongst themselves.

Mindlessly flipping through the pages of my assigned book, I hear the door slam. I wince at the sudden outburst of noise and look up.

The girl that just entered the room looks around. Her gaze lands on me. She walks to the seat next to me and sits.

"Hey," She tucks a strand of her mouse brown hair behind her ear and smiles. Finally, someone talks to me.

"Hi." I grin back.

"You new?" She pulls out her own book, the same hardcover we all have.

"Yeah." I reply, closing my book. "You don't need an excuse for being late?" I ask.

"No, I'm always late. Mr. Watson gave up on tardies on me the second week of school. I'm Madilyn, by the way. But call me Maddie."

"Olivia. But call me Liv,"

Maddie's smile becomes bigger, "Great, because there's two Olivias in this class now and I'd hate to say the first initial of your last name every time I talk to you."

I laugh lightly. "So is this town like really small or something? Everyone's been staring at me like it's unusual to have a new student."

"Oh, you have no idea. Everyone knows each other here. We've grown up with the same people since birth. We haven't had a new family move here for years."

"Well, it's a good thing we're not new."

She furrows her brows. "What do you mean?"

"My parents grew up here and stayed here until about nineteen years ago."

"What're their names? I might know of them."

"Raleigh and Cody Conway." Yeah, my mom has the same name as a city. I think it's kind of cool, though.

"Hm, I don't think I've heard of them but I'm pretty sure my parents knew them." Maddie nudges my shoulder. "Tell you what, why don't we exchange numbers and you come over sometime this week?"

"Really?"

"For sure. I can give you a tour of the town—which isn't a lot, to be honest, and we can just hang around and go to the mall and do whatever."

Quite frankly, that sounds nice. In New York, I had many friends, but never a close one that stuck with me throughout the years. And none of the friends I had there have texted to check in on me. But it doesn't really bother me since I haven't texted them either. Really, my best friend was and is Dylan.

"Okay," Come on, Liv. This is your chance to step out of your bubble. Be a social butterfly. Have fun and don't look back. "Okay, alright. You're on."

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i should be getting my sleep rn...

but w.e :))))