Just Say You Won't Let Go (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 3

Andy povs

I rush out of the classroom. I don't understand Rye. Earlier, he seemed pretty pissed off that I was talking to those girls. After seeing the big in English class, Brook told me that Rye has always had a reputation of a hook-up guy. With girls obviously. I myself thought he was straight and so does Rye. I wish I could read his mind, just to understand what's going on in his head. I'm kinda angry at him for playing with me like that, but I White understand him, because it took me some time to accept that I wasn't only straight too.

I arrive at my locker and Brook almost jumps on me:

-"What did he want?" he says, referring to Rye, because he has seen him taking me away from everyone.

-"I don't know." I say, sighing.

-"What? What do you mean you don't know?" he asks, curious.

-"Well, he said je wanted to talk, but that... didn't really happen..."

-"Wait... What happened?" he continues and even if I know he doesn't want to annoy me, it's exactly what he's doing right now.

-"Piss off, Brook...!" I say, not having enough strenght in me to tell him the sorry. Anyway, there isn't anything to tell.

-"Okay..." he says, trying to hide the sad look appearing on his face.

-"Aww no Brookie, don't be sad! I'm sorry, but I really don't wanna talk about it" I apologise, hugging him. He hugs me back and when we pull away, he has his beautiful big smile back on his face. It suits him. But even with all that friendly love, my confusion about Rye isn't soon to be gone... I need to have a talk with him. It's 100% necessary, but how? How could I make him talk to me? I think I have an idea...

-"Brook? Are you the kind of person who somehow has everyone's number?"

-"Not really, but this girl right there, Samantha, is the person for you... May I ask why?"

-"Uh, I'll answer later! Ive got a number to take! See ya later!" I say, walking to Samantha.

-"Hum, hello!" I greet her kinda shyly, not knowing what to expect.

-"Oh, hello handsome!" she replies flirty.

-"Hum, so I heard you have almost all the students' numbers... Could you give me Ryan Beaumont's? Please..."

-"Of course!" she says, taking my phone out of my jeans pocket herself, taking my own finger in her hand to unlock my phone before writing down Rye's number, which seems to take an eternity.

-"I wrote mine as well darling!" she says with a wink.

-"Hum, okay. Thank you" I say with a little movement to my phone. I walk away, but I feel her hand gripping on my sleeve and turning me around so I face her again.

-"What?!" I ask her rudely, wanting to get away from her more than anything else right now.

-"What do I get in return?" she asks with a ridiculous voice.

-"What about... a slap?" I say, joking, because I would never hit a girl. She seems pissed off. I sigh :

-"What do you want?" I say, impatient to leave this situation.

-"A kiss" she says, her eyes looking straight into mine. Without even waiting for my answer, she leans in. I give her a quick peck on the lips. I almost run away before she can call me back for my number or something like that. All the students are looking weirdly at us. The first bell rings at the same time as I open my locker to take my things for the next class.

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It's now lunch. Finally. Hungry as hell, I almost sprint to take my lunchbox out of my blue locker. I then walk to the cafeteria, where almost all the school is reunited to eat. I take a quick look at all the tables. It's like wolves packs : everyone has a place, and the people that don't have one eat alone in a toilet cubicle or in the library pretending to do homework. Some students also have lunch outside, in the school yard or at the park. But everyone wants a place on the cafeteria. Not because they want so much to put their butt on one of those uncomfortable white benches. They wanna feel like they belong somewhere. I want to feel like I belong somewhere. And right now, standing in front of teens must like me but yet so différent, I've got no idea if the world is good for me, if I'm good enough for the world.

Tears appear in my eyes as the little voice in my head starts its daily reminder that I'm not good enough. Thanks, I already knew. I am about to walk away, because no one wants to be seen crying at school, when I see someone waving his hand at me at the complete back of the huge room. I recognize Brook's smile, which becomes bigger when I notice him. Glad that I might have a place in here after all, I walk to his friends' table. I'm full of joy to sit at that table, but I try my best to hide it to not seem too intense.

I meet Brook's friends : Sonny, Harper, Emma and Alex. He seems closer to Sonny and Harper and I'm sure that there's something between Emma and Alex. Anybody could tell just by the way they look at each other : super concentrated on what the other says, hearts in the eyes, blush when they make eye contacts. It's the kind of signs that doesn't lie and I secretly let them two weeks to get together if it's not already done yet. Sonny is a tall, handsome guy with curly, dark hair. He's nice and always laughs at everyone's jokes, even when they aren't funny. Harper is approximatively Sonny's height and has goldy blond hair. He has a beautiful smile and I kinda feel a connection between Brook and him. I don't know their sexual labels, but I don't think either Sonny or Harper are gay. I may be wrong though... It's kinda disappointing, because they are the perfect kind of guys : nice to everyone, but also very good looking. Time passes by in chats and laughers. A little bit later, I hear someone sitting on the empty chair on my left. I look this way to see ni one else than Rye Beaumont himself. I groan, not wanting to see him right now.

-"What do you want Beaumont?" I ask while all the others are gladly listening to our conversation.

-"Not here, Andrew. Come with me. Please." he begs. He's one of the few people that calls me Andrew, along with my mom when she's mad at me. Even the teachers call me Andy, because I asked them to. It's not that I hate Andrew, but I just don't like it. But right now, Ryan is clear : he wants me to come with him. My mouth being full, I gesture to him to wait a minute so I can properly finish my meal, but he seems to be quite an impatient person. On his millionth sigh, I'm taking my last bite in before saying goodbye to everyone at the table.

Rye takes my wrist un his soft hand, going easy on it this time. I don't really know what to think about him to be honest. One minute, he hugs me and the other one he doesn't know himself why he did it. I'm not complaining because I don't like his hugs or his whole self, I'm complaining because I don't know if he likes me. He leads me to what seems to be the janitor closet : we're in the middle of all longs of brooms. He takes my shoulder with one hand and my cheek with the other, takes a deep breath before he starts speaking:

Hello guys! I'm back and I'm sorry for taking so long to update! Ive been busy with school and other stuff.

Love y'all❤️

-Lalu❤️❤️