the devil's hold on riley jones

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Math was a very bitter sweet class for me, on one hand it was the one subject I truly struggle with, no matter how hard I try I just can't work it out, my brain doesn't compute things like Algebra and Trigonometry and it was honestly frustrating that I was made by my parents to take it as an A level. However, there was a plus side to math, the eye candy. Conor.

Every time he walked through the door with his posse of testosterone crazed friends, the whole class (predominantly the female population) would stop and stare, and despite me being aware of this, it never stopped me from doing the same.

Today however he walked in, and still everyone stared but more with confusion. He walked in alone with only a sour expression as company. He would normally migrate to the desks at the back, but today.. he slouched next to me slinging his backpack under the desk and kicking back on his chair. And I froze.

Cold as a rock. I just sat there. For the whole hour duration.

I felt his eyes on me a couple times but nothing came of it, apart from a radiating heat burning through my cheeks and a feeling like I was about to vomit of course. But still I sat there with my thoughts spinning through my mind.

Is he okay? He's normally pissing off the tutor by now? Was something wrong? God he smells good.

The sound of the bell brought me out of my trance as Mr Healy (the maths teacher) started finishing up.

I was the first out of the door as soon as we were excused, embarrassment and regret clouded by thoughts as I walked wide eyed out of the building, being stopped suddenly by a hand wrapping round my arm.

"What are you? Deaf?" The owner of the hand spat causing me to turn, recognising the voice instantly, bringing back the anxiety within me.

"E-excuse me?" I barely managed this two words as I watch the gorgeous eyes roll. Conor, he was the one who stopped me and it became pretty evident why. He thrust my shoulder bag in front of him, closing the gap between us.

"I've been shouting after you since you walked out of Healy's" I mentally cringed as a he named our maths class after our tutor. I reached out for the bag gripping it, as he pulled it back pulling the me into his chest. " I don't appreciate ignorance, got that?" He growled in to my ear, I winced with shivers of electricity filled me. All I could do was nod and he let go.

Why did I like that so much?

"T-Thank you Conor" I mumbled, hating myself for my weak appearance, I looked up to catch his eye sight. His expression faltered as he almost sent me a small smile, but it became evident he realised what his was doing as he forced his eyebrows to furrow together.
"Next time, don't be so damn irresponsible" with that he walked away leaving me speechless with slightly wet knickers.

Lord save me.
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My father came to pick me and Ivy which we were thankful for due to the torrential summer rain, wasn't living in Britain great?

Sarcasm. That was sarcasm.

I hardly spoke the whole drive home, still slightly shell shocked by today's encounter with the most attractive male in school, and the realisation hit me that I was probably the furthest from attractive to him now, I made myself look a fool in front of him and he looked less than impressed when he walked away.

I was brought back to reality by the halt in the car, I unbuckled and looked over to Ivy as she did the same and sent her a smile, we both hopped out of the car and ran to my front door, we burst through and quickly sprinted upstairs, I had so much to tell her.

We sat down and I told her about my venomous encounter with Conor, she nodded, gasped and smiled when appropriate, but when I finished she delivered me a saddened smile.

"He must think I'm some dumb idiot" I groaned throwing my head back

"Well why don't you prove him wrong?" She replied with a brow cocked

I furrowed my brows and waited for her to continue.

"It's Callum's party tonight?" She sends me a "duh" look as I nod in recollection "Conor is bound to be there seeing as all Callum does is follow him round like a lost puppy. How about we get all dressed up, get a bit of Dutch courage down ya and if he's not there, plenty of other hotties are"

Normally I'd say no.. but I do love a party and I haven't been drunk in a while. Maybe this is what I needed. Riley Jones needed her confidence back.

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a/n
v short chapter, im well aware, but seemed like the best place to finish it as we got the partee comin bois
hope you enjoy my darlings
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