Intertwined

Indie

Indie

I was being avoided.

I wasn't sure, but now I was positive. Ryland was avoiding me, or rather, ignoring, because even when he obviously heard me speaking to him, he refused to acknowledge me.

A month ago, this wouldn't even be a problem. A month ago, or even two weeks ago, I was fine. I was content writing in my journal in every spare moment, sneaking peeks at Chase shirtless in our backyard pool. Life was fine. I mean sure, I didn't have many friends (or any,) and I never did anything exciting, but there wasn't anything necessarily wrong with how my life was going.

Then the stupid ten-foot tall idiot with softer hair than mine, came barreling into my life, not taking no for an answer. He squeezed himself into all aspects of my life, and we quickly became friends. He took me to and from school, sometimes taking me to the ice cream parlor, or the park, or to pick up his sister Sierra from school. She was sweet, well, most of the time. Sometimes the cunning eleven year old liked to ask questions like if Ryland and I were dating yet. Those times, she wasn't so cute.

Anyway, if Ryland hadn't made himself a very apparent part of my life in the last two weeks, than it wouldn't matter in the least to me that he wasn't speaking to me. Heck, if someone would've told me that I was becoming close friends with Ryland Evans, a month ago, I would've laughed in their face, and offered to drive them to the nearest mental hospital. But now I was pissed.

He didn't get to decide to take over all thinking parts of my brain, and then just disappear.

This all started two nights ago, when Ryland got a phone call right before we were about to leave the ice cream parlor. He ordered me into the car and though I couldn't hear what was being said, I could clearly see that he was yelling angrily into the small device.

"Are you okay?" I had asked, to which a got a snapped, "I'm fine."

The rest of the ride to my house was deathly silent in the car, and Ryland's knuckles were gripped so tightly to the steering wheel that they turned white. I didn't dare to say anything, for fear of being yelled at.

When we had pulled up to my driveway, I didn't exit right away. Not until he spoke up.

"I can't drive you in the morning, you'll have to get a ride," he had told me, his eyes trained straight ahead, not looking at me. I held in my shocked reply, and nodded stiffly.

It's been two days since that. I had to ask Summer if I could ride with her and Chase yesterday, which brought on a new wave of questions from her. What happened with you and Ryland? Did you guys get in a fight? Are you guys broken up? Which was a new level of obsurd, since we were never dating, but when I told Summer that, she just scoffed.

I didn't tell her anything though. Besides that he was just busy that morning.

But then he didn't talk to me all day.

I had grown used to sitting in the parking lot during lunch with Ryland and his friends. He had three of them. Well, there was a few more, but three of them were there every day I had sat out there.

Caden Rollings, senior. He had blond hair that fell down to his baby blues, and curled at the ends. He was a few inches shorter than Ryland, but not much. He had two metal balls under his bottom lip, and Ryland later told me that they were called snake bites.

Megan Heart, senior. She was gorgeous. I mean, the first two things that would go through your head upon seeing her, is one, holy heck there is no way that candy apple red hair is natural, and two, wow she's stunning. She and Caden were a thing, at least that's what Ryland says. I'm not so sure, since Megan flirts with all the boys that come around during lunch, and the vice versa with Caden, so it surprised me when I found out they were supposedly dating, or hooking up, or whatever. She had big hazel eyes that were surrounded by long, definite lashes that I would die for. She also had a nose ring and a belly button ring that was changed frequently. When I told her that how pretty I thought it was, she offered to take me to get mine done. I declined, and she shrugged and told me to tell her if I changed my mind. I had always been intimidated by Megan, but it turned out she was a real sweetheart. Who knew?