Hello's and Goodbye's

Chapter One ~Ryan in the house [more like in the chapter]~

Chapter One <-- Seriously? Forgetting the title name? LOSER. ~#2 / Jerk. ~#1

Hello’s and Goodbye’s <--- You're a fail, mate. ITS SUPPOSED TO BE BEFORE THE TITLE. GOSH. ~#1 / Then move it. ~#2

Ryan’s P.O.V.

[I can’t believe I’m writing this~#1] <-- I'M MOVING THIS HERE, BECAUSE I LITERALLY CANNOT STAND UNEVEN PARAGRAPHING. ~#2

Have you ever hated school? Like hated it so fucking much? Just for no reason at all? Well you know what?

I have.

I fucking have, so badly too.

And not just because I had to wake up at like five o’clock in the morning. No.

Have you ever had like a group of people just following you everywhere you go? Like they don’t even have a class to go to, they just follow you everywhere. If you have, well then you’d understand, but if you haven’t then you are so fucking lucky.

Okay, I’ll be honest, as first, I was all like “Okay this is going to be fun, I’m going to have fun with this,” but then 4 years later happened, and it got pretty annoying, like c’mon guys, I just want to get to class and talk to my friends alone. Even in the first day of school they find me and try to follow me!

Like okay, I get that I’m hot and nice and all, and you want to date me, but you don’t want to be too clingy, and this goes out to everyone. If you want a guy to date you don’t be so clingy. It’s not healthy. Just like how the infamous Blink -182 had mentioned in their song before; Some Girls try too hard.

Don’t be that girl.

At least every girl at school is like this. The only reason I say “At least” is because there’s this one girl in my class [I don’t know how many classes I have with her, third period just ended and I only had her in first] who absolutely, positively, and utterly, hates my guts.

And I only know that because, you know how in the first day of school they ask you to talk about yourself, and your likes and dislikes, and all that garbage?

Yeah well, that happened in first period, like we actually had to talk about ourselves. Do you even know how that feels?  

Well, I tried to be nice, I really did, I was polite, I said my greetings, I tried to talk to her –like c’mon even a hot guy like me can’t resist a pretty girl like that—but you know what she did? She fucking ignored me. Like how rude is that? I even sat next to her! –Partially because that was my assigned seat—Okay yeah that was my only reason. But c’mon guys! I was trying to make friends with a girl and I didn’t even want to sleep with this one! That’s a record for me.

Because apparently at Meadow Creek High; I'm a "god," or as I've been told by my best friend, Holden, I attract girls by the mile. 

And I honestly have no clue how to feel about it; like okay yeah, I understand the fact that I'm "Hot and all" but like really? 

Okay so what if I am also the team captain of the varsity Soccer team? What do they see in that? The fact that I sweat a lot? they find that hot? Really?

I'll be honest though, like every other soccer player in the team --or maybe just myself-- I let myself get lost in ball. Or maybe I just imagine someone's head that I hate being the ball. Sue me. but it's a great winning strategy that hasn't cost as a game in three years. 

It's not my fault the previous team captain was an idiot and didn't have my smart brains. 

I don't mean to brag, but none of the athletic guys --that I know of-- ever  took nine classes, in their junior years when they were only supposed to take seven. 

I'm not a nerd, but please excuse the fact that I only did that because;

a. I slacked off in freshmen and sophmore year, and

b. because my parents said if I don't pick up my slacking, they'd send me off to boarding school, and a child never wants to go to a fucking school across the fucking world, with people they don't even fucking know. 

Trust me, I've read enough stories to know how bad that can go wrong. 

Okay now I think I see Holden's point. 

But they don't have to like, follow me around everywhere. Like some people would kill for my place, while I'll just say "Go ahead, take it, take it all. Take my parents if you want to, too." It's not like I matter much to them anyway, they always think I'm hanging out with my girlfriends or something, 

but I'm not. 

I really am not. 

I just tend to bring a new girl every month, doesn't mean we do anything, we're just studying. But of course they don't believe me. 

Which is one of the reasons I want to step up my game this year, education and relationship wise [okay maybe not as much as education wise, maybe just like a tad bit] Oh you don't believe me? Really?

Is that why I'm taking More AP classes than I'm supposed to, and French 6, which I'm taking again, because who doesn't want to be able to speak French?

Everyone wants to speak French! I bet even Ariel does! 

Turns out, that girl that "hates my guts" is named Ariel Collins, and we literally have the last three periods of the day together, and even as seniors, they fucking give us assigned seats. Really? Do we really need to sit next to each other because you fucking wanted us to? Sometimes I don't understand teacher's logics. 

Well of course she wants to speak French, she's in my class [one out of two classes we don't have to sit next to each other]. 

I suddenly feel bad for her, for having to deal with a person you hate so much, without being able to take your anger out on a soccer ball. 

☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁ <-- Put a spacing here! My writing OCD is acting up again! #1 [shouldn't it be the bubble wording thing?#2]

a/n from loser #1

I can't believe I wrote anything close to a Ryan 

WHY IS THIS SUCH A SMALL CHAPTER?!?! IT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE SMALL.

THERE WERE MORE WORDS. ugh. 

//dedicated to @jourjen for creating the cover c: but I made the edit on the media hehe x3\\

a/n from loser #2

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA ^^