bad / shyland / completed

21

Rylands pov

For the rest of the day, my mind was contaminated with the kiss from this morning. I had too many questions, yet I had let him kiss me.

The lingering taste of cigarettes, chapstick and mint gum haunted my lips. I was starting to become addicted to the flavour of his kisses.

I sit in class, trying to ignore the boy who gave me a kiss this morning, who was in the desk beside me, one of my best friends on his lap facing him.

There was no denying that Rachel was the prettiest girl in the grade, her strait dark chocolate brown hair falling down her back matched her intense dark brown eyes. Her skin was tan and flawless; her minimal makeup complimenting her features.
She wore a black thrasher hoodie, flames being her signature look, black leggings, black Nike's and a back adidas cap.

They were the power couple of the school. The most attractive, the cutest, the most popular.
The most badass. Both smoked, both drank, both skated and partied like there was no tomorrow.
He matched her like a perfect jigsaw puzzle.
There was no chance for me.

So why did he kiss me?

My thoughts were interrupted by a text message from someone. I dig around in my back pocket and my eyes search the cracked screen. There lay a message from S

(S) : hey gorgeous x

A pang of guilt rippled through me. I had kissed another boy and forgotten about S.
Did I even like him?
Yes.
Did I like Shane?
Yes.
Gulping, I type out a reply slowly.

(Ryland) : Hey
(• • •)

My eyes are glued to the phone; my stomach churning in anticipation. I didn't want him to find out, I couldn't have him find out.
He was taking awhile, thinking about sending it.

(S) : how was your bathroom stall kiss with Shane this morning?

shit.

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[new message: S]

(Ryland) : how did you know about that?

(S) : uh
(S) : I was in the stall next to you

(Ryland) : shit
(Ryland) : I'm so sorry
(Ryland) : he kissed me

(S) : did you enjoy it?

(Ryland) : no

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Rylands pov

'no.'
I lie, biting my lip. I didn't want to tell S how much I enjoyed the kiss from heaven, how much I thought about it.
He would either be angry at me, or think I'm insane. Or both.

I sit for awhile, waiting for his response. Sighing, I put my phone down and stare out the window.

*bing*

I jump at the sound of a text, hoping it's from S. I snatch it up, chewing on my lip nervously.

(S : read at 1.28pm)

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[A/N: ty to woadawson for killing it and updating spoiled so much. Thank you it is such a good read everyone go fucking read it xxx :) ]