Perverted Gamer. [[•EDITING•]] // TheCampingRusher

==Chapter 33==

WARNING: MIGHT BE VERY CONFUSING IN THE END.

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I decided to ignore his remark and asked "Aren't you going to the cafeteria?"

"I would, but I have matters to attend to." He glared at me as he gestured for me to follow him.

We sat under the shade of the tree and I had my legs up to my chest.

"You really messed up this time, Charls." Ryan said after a minute of silence.

I nodded "Yeah...I know."

"What Brayden needs right now is probably just time to think things over." Ryan said and I nodded again.

"Yeah...he already told me that." My voice cracked and I wanted to punch myself for being so weak.

For being so stupid.

"But...," I rested my forehead on my knees "I'm scared that in the time he's thinking things over, I'm going to get replaced."

I felt Ryan put his hand on my head and sighed.

"Come to me whenever you need me, Charlie. Don't think that you're going to be a pain in the ass," Ryan said as I looked up at him "You already are, ever since I met you."

He chuckled and I punched his arm "Dick." I laughed.

I stood up and stretched as Ryan pulled my shirt down.

"Do people have to do that everytime you stretch?" Ryan stood up with a groan.

"No, you guys do it out of reflex now." I said as I started walking towards the school.

Ryan followed "What are you going to do?"

"I honestly don't know," I sighed "I'm not good at these."

"I've been a wreck." I said as I walked over to my locker.

"You're not the only one." He mumbled which made me look back at him after opening my locker.

"What does that mean?"

His eyes widened as he averted his gaze from mine "Just me talking to myself."

I raised my eyebrow at him but let it go as I took my Chemistry book from my locker.

"Charls, something fell." Ryan said from behind me and I looked down to see a blue sticky note.

I crouched down to get it and looked at the crumpled sticky note.

'I love you, loser. - B.W' was written on it with a badly painted heart at the end.

"Is he-" Ryan started but I shook my head.

"This was from some time ago when I slept at Brayden's house...he sticked this on my forehead while I was sleeping." I said quietly and bit my lip.

I inhaled...and exhaled.

"Ryan." I choked out as I turned around to face him.

He held me in his arms as he calmed me down.

"If It's you, then I guarantee you everything will be alright," he said into my hair "Trust me."

"Guys?" We heard someone say, making us look back at the owner of the voice.

Mitch looked at us confused then his eyes widened when he saw me.

"Charlie," he walked over to me then took a strawberry patterned handkerchief from his back pack and handed it to me "Why are you crying?"