The rest of the day went by smoothly, besides the fact that at lunch I had been bombarded with several bothersome questions from Zayn and Niall. Both seemingly more interested in talking about what Ryder was like than talking to me.
It had gotten frustrating real quick, forcing me to snap at them and leave the table to go sit myself on the bleachers in front of where the football and soccer teams both played, which neither had currently been practising at the moment, which I thank the lord because I don't think I could have lasted one second of humiliation.
It seems that the curly haired boy from this morning hadn't told anyone about my car horn and sudden meltdown inside of my car, which leads me to believe he was either a very curtious person, didn't care, or didn't have enough friends at this school to get a rumour about me started.
I happily began to munch down on the sandwich I had gotten from the cafeteria, until tensing up when a hand was placed on my shoulder and a warm breath blew past my ear.
"Hey babe." Said the raspy voice. I could practically feel the smirk plastered across his face, his words slip down my back as if solid and oozing.
"Ryder, hi" A tiny whimper of a voice claws out of my mouth.
After the stunt I pulled this morning I wasn't sure what had to do tome today, or tonight. I knew that whatever he would do, I would deserve it though.
"I was only wondering if you wanted to come to the soccer game tonight? Its the first one of the season and the first season I've coached so I though it would be good luck to have you there." The words rolled off his tongue slowly and slurred, creating a beautiful noise that I've craved ever since I had first heard it.
"Yeah, yeah of course babe." I say dreamily pecking his cheek as he smiles happily before he runs down to the green soccer field bringing out the boys on the team for warm up, signalling me that my lunch period was over and that I still had my last class left which I had been dreading all day. PE.
I approach the locker room cautiously hoping not to be seen, considering I'm one of the only out boys at this school and plenty of boys have an oversized ego and think that just cause I like dick, means that I like their dick in particular. Which usually isn't the case, ive seen the bulge in their pants. Its not all that impressive.
I continue walking and keep my head down while opening my gym locker and taking the clothes into the bathroom to change so I wouldn't have to be harassed in the locker room.
I put my uniform on in the fifth stall on the left side of the bathroom just like always, since this toilet always has someone's left over shit in it I always change in here because no one would expect me too.
Once I walk out with my tie dye shorts that clung to my bum and my white oversized t-shirt with my name scrawled across the inside of the box designated on the uniform, same with the bottom of my shorts on the right to side to help show that these were mine so no would be able to take them considering all of our uniforms were exactly the same.
I look at the bored telling me where we would be going and what unit we would be participating in, my teachers bored, Mr. Cowell's, said that our unit for this month would be laps, taking place outside on the track. I internally groan, knowing this would be torture for me.
It was the first day of school meaning it was still scalding outside, and laps were relentless. So were the people you had to run with. run in the front and your a try hard, run in the middle and you aren't trying hard enough, and run in the back and your a fat useless fag that no one would ever pick to be on a team. Laps was where you announced your placing in the class, whether or not you'd ever be picked first for the team, or if you'd always be picked last.
Now, I've always had a tough time with laps due to everyone getting a bit touchy with me if I had passed them, which happened a lot due to me having the legs that pumped extremely quickly. When I would pass someone they would make it there mission to pass me once more which I found ridiculous because at this school everyone knew two things about me, I'm gay as fuck and I can run like a train.
Lost in my thought of conceit and self pride, I didn't realize that I was now currently standing in the middle of the field along with all of my other gym partners. Mr.Cowell was staring at me expectantly as if he had asked me something.
"What?" I blurt loudly and confusedly earning a few smirks and giggles from the people around me. Mr.Cowell shook his head disappointedly and opened his mouth for what i presume to be the second time now.
"I had asked you whether or not you were willing to lead warm ups or did you have a dick rammed so up your ass that you couldn't comprehend what I had said?" He had stated more than asked with sarcasm weighing deeply in his voice with a twinge of amusement gleening behind the his cold piercing eyes. A few students snickered loudly at this while others just looked on with a shocked expression to what the coach had just said to me.
"No sir I wouldn't mind." Fazed, I begin walking up to the front of the class with my head and shoulders slumped.
That was until I walked up to the front of the class to see my peers staring at me expectantly, almost as if the needed me to command them, good for them that when put in a situation like this, I could actually become a leader they need and want.
I clap my hands loudly gaining a few of the people in the back of the herds attention. "Alright boys, girls, we will be starting warm ups with one hundred tag team suicide sprints. Pick a partner, you two will switch off each time you complete one suicide. So that means fifty each for those of you who cant count." I roll my eyes, with a sassy tone buried deep in my voice. "First to finish only has to run eight laps while everyone else has to run sixteen. Are we clear?" I shout loudly and with authority, seeing them all nod I dismiss them and let them begin running their suicides.
That's when I noticed Ryder staring at me from across the field while working with his team, and he definitely did not look happy. His icy glare actually sent chills down my back, causing me to sit down on the bleachers and watch my gym class run, but I couldn't shake his eyes off me. I spent the rest of this period feeling his eyes roaming my body.
And I just couldn't shake the feeling off that someone else was watching me too.
**AUTHORS NOTE
Ok so right now everything is just slowly buliding up to when Harry and Louis officially meet, I have it all planned out and it will be in a few chapters. Right now im trying to let you get a feel for ryder, niall, zayn, and louis before having anything huge happen. So just hold on a little longer and youll get the larry action you want
~ Cate
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Romance((Larry Stylinson)) Boyxboy Louis Tomlinson was a genius in every way except for socially, being he couldn't even tell his own boyfriend was abusing him. Harry styles was a genius in everyday except in the ways of louis, being he only wanted to sav...
