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Ryan

"Namaste! motherfucker ." The only bastard who has the guts to come up to me and address me like that in front on the entire football team (yes it's football NOT SOCCER) is my so-called- childhood best friend Sameer , so I didn't have turn around to see who it was while sitting at Quyu's cafe with the team .

"Aren't you supposed to be in Manali right now with your said girlfriend -and in a compromising position- I may add." I was still not looking at him .
"Yeah , just landed two hours ago . Papa needed me for the hotel inauguration tomorrow."

Yes the motherfucker is filthy rich , while he is the most loved asshole at Pearson high with his destructive smile , quarterback body and -Hritik Roshan met Shahid Kapoor-face .





He  is gorgeous, and not only does he know it, but he would also advertise it on a billboard if it were possible. So basically he's the popular jock .

In my case, everyone simply fears me for who I am .

And they worship me like lord shiva just because I am the richest asshole in the town .
Nah, scratch that. State .

My father has been consecutively ranked amongst the top ten richest businessmen in India.
Yeah . I am among those who can easily get away with anything. Even a murder.

Am I worthy of it? Probably no.
Do I care? Again a big . fat. No .

The only reason why I even hang out with the team is because of Sameer and his repetitive efforts to make me hang out with more humans and less liquor.

"So , the word is out that you've been warning off every single person at Pearson high -girls included- about the new chick from ..... St. Teresa... is it? Ugh that school is full of hood rats" Sameer gave me an accusing look which I chose to ignore.
He was just blabbering.

Yes I told every-fucking-one to stay away from her .
Here's something you need to know about me -
I don't share (even my enemies) .
She is mine to destroy.
And I am not going to let her enjoy her senior year , make new friends and stuff .
I am going to make her life miserable here .

And secondly, she might've tried very hard to present herself as pathetically as possible (for unknown reasons , and I am going to find them out soon) but people did notice her .

Her fine ass filled those boyfriend jeans like nobody's business.
Her sense of style was juvenile and horrid so why the fuck was she still hot as shit? Didn't matter. I hated her anyway.
But her apparent devotion to trying not to be sexy, paired with the fact that she actually was sexy,  made me hard as stone.

and her Face Is so ordinary yet there's something magical about her beauty , it could blind you because it comes from her heart and is reflected in her eyes .

What? I DID NOT NOTICE HER FACE AT ALL okay ? She's just annoyingly unseeable.

Anyways, now that she's in my territory, any dick she's going to probably see now is mine (if I feel generous enough).

"Leave her out of it, she's none of your business." I lit up my cigarette and gave him a -don't even think about  her- look because there's another thing you need to know about Sameer, the guy has dipped his dick in more holes than a kreg foreman.

"Oho , you are totally banging her 3times a day already in your head bro. Looks like there's gonna be another inauguration ceremony since Ryan grew his dick back"

And that's how I ended up jamming him to the ground ,
locking my knees on either side of  his  torso,

Followed by raining sloppy fists down on his face. Some hit. Some miss.

Sameer  knows better than to squirm and waste his energy, the motherfucker just simply smiled at me.

He learned jiujitsu before he was kicked out of three different classes for being disobedient.

"Okay douche you made your point , now get off before I feel you getting a hard on for me ." He laughed at me biting his lower lip.

Clusterfuck.
Both of us have given some serious injuries to each  other many times in the past but we are tight .
We fight to make a point .
And when we are done fighting, we go to Republiq at WTP and drink beer together.
He's the most important person in my life after Maa .
Shit. Ma.
Now I wasn't high anymore.

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