Soundtrack for this chapter-
Somethings gotta give- camila c.
Don't watch me cry- Jorja Smith
Bad- James bay
Ryker walked to Starbucks and sat across from one of his good friends from 5th Grade, Samuel Polly. Sam was a math nerd who taught Ryker how to program computers. Sams dad was a football player who encouraged Sam to start his career after himself. So Sam did football and absolutely hated it. But it was his dads dream to raise a football player, so he did it anyway.
"Hey." Sam said smiling. Sam has had a crush on Ryker for the past 3 years. Ryker, being to oblivious to notice, just went on with his life not noticing the love in front of him. "hey." Ryker said back, "what's up with you man?"
"Nothing much honestly I'm just really bored lately."
"Oh cool. Me too. How's football?"
"Ugh it's awful. The drills suck and all the guys tease me for being gay."
"This is why I don't do sports," Ryker said siping his Starbucks drink, "and that my friend is the tea."
Ryker went back to school that week, his hands all bandaged up and his knuckles dark purple. "Yo Ry what the literal hell happened to your hands."
Isaac asked looking at him a bit funny. "Yeah bro like seriously you look like you got in a fight or something." Louis added. Samuel looked at them both questioning Ryker, "Leave him alone guys come on." Ryker smiled, "thank you." He said giving Sam a small fist bump. "Doesn't that hurt?" Isaac asked, "like fist bumping and shit."
"Yeah..." Ryker said giggling. "But it was worth it," he smiled at Sam and winked. Sam blushed and scratched the back of his head.
*beep beep*
Ryker pulled out his phone and opened his texts:
Titus: long time no talk huh....
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