Brooklyn

CHAPTER THREE

  I opened my locker, putting my bag inside, just grabbing my books and such. Before I pulled away, some guy slammed the locker shut, looking straight into my eyes. Until a friend of his pulled him away from me. His hair was a light brown with some curl, and his eyes really caught mine. "Jesus, fuck Derek.. don't be so rude to the new girl." The friend said, looking up at me. My blue eyes and red hair caught his attention. He almost stuttered..
   "You alright?" He asked, though with attitude. "Yeah, uh, I'm fine." I replied, a bit upset. "I'm Ryan, you?" "Brooklyn." His eyes widened. "Aren't you the red-head that moved inside my neighborhood??" He asked, saying red-head as if it was strange. "I think?-" I said confusingly. "Yes, yes you are." A small smirk lit up his seemingly attractive face.
  After school that day, I found him near the neighborhood park. It really caught me by surprise. "Ryan??" I called out. Ryan turned to me as he sat on a bench. "I KNEW it was you that moved here!" I rolled my eyes, smiling. Ryan gave out a laugh, moving towards me. Then I noticed his bike near the bench.
  "Ryan, you bike?" I asked. He looked confused at first but caught up on my question, nodding his head. "Yeah, I rode it here." I smiled, Ryan could actually be my first friend here. "I bike too, we could always go on rides together, if you want?" I was nervous asking that. Making friends seemed.. hard. Surprisingly, he accepted?
  I only ever saw him be rude to other people at school.. push his friends around, and even talking back to the teachers but here.. to ME he was nice. I never understood why.
  Ryan grabbed his bike, coming over to me before hopping on. "Where's your bike?" He asked. "Home.. ugh." It was pretty chilly outside, and Ryan shrugged. "Then, hop on." "What?" "I have enough room on my bike for two, so just hop on." I froze, if I got on I would- touch him. Ryan told me once more and I gave in, getting on the bike slowly. "Hold on to my waist so you don't fall and hurt yourself." He spoke, starting to bike off. I held onto his waist.. he was a bit taller than me and his jacket seemed so warm.
  We biked over to my house. I quickly got over the bike as my dad mowed the lawn. Finally, getting rid of all that tall grass. "Dad! I'm going biking with my friend from school!" I yelled as I dragged my bike from the garage. My dad didn't seem to care. He just waved goodbye as we biked  over the hill, around the neighborhood.
  It was so fun, we returned by dark. Ryan waved bye to me as he biked off home. I walked inside, feeling the warm air from the house cover my face. He was so nice.