My Cliché Savior

Chaperoned

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The first thing i feel when my eyes flutter open, is the bright hot sun hitting me directly where i'm lying in bed.

Come to think of it, where am i lying in bed?

The events of last night come flooding in mere seconds after ive opened my eyes.

Ryker being there. Helping me in a way no one has ever done before. Comforting in the face of everything going on that he hasn't one slight clue about. Even after leaving me abruptly, he came back. Who knows why, but he did.

As i feel movement beside me i realize the position we've been put in as a consquence of all the tossing, turning and nightmare making. Ryker lies on his stomach an arm drapped over my chest breathing a steady breath as he starts waking up. I take that time to admire his chiseled features but soon enough he's awake and giving me the look.

"Morning" i mutter sitting up.

"I slept?" he asks me almost as if it was an impossible occurence and possibly the end of the world.

"No Ryker, you survived an exploding volcano while jugling three babies and making yourself a panini, still managing to make it back to your house in time for sunrise" I smile sarcasticly.

"Ha ha" he fake laughs stretching out, what i've began to realise, his very fit torso.

"Enjoying the view?" he asks me for the second time since we've met.

"We've got to stop having the same conversations about your overly big head matching your-"

"Big dick" He laughs.

"Your ego, dip shit" I say crossing my arms and pushing the covers away.

"Yeah, I'm sure that's what you meant" he says jokily rolling his eyes. We both get up and I offer to make the bed but he refuses, says the mad 'ill do it. Rich people and their lazyness.

While brushing my teeth with his spare toothbrush I realize that I don't have a change of clothes and mentally groan.

When I exit the bathroom I do a double take realizing the neatly folded clothes on the guest bed.

I hold them up and they resemble my size. My mind immediately snaps back to when Ryker told me about his older sister.

These must be hers. I quickly throw on the high wasted blue jeans and the loose tang top coincidentally matching my burgundy laces.

"Shit" I mutter to myself realizing we had 5 min to get to school while running down the stairs towards the kitchen.

"You ready to go?" Ryker asks, chewing on an apple.

"Go?" i ask light headed from running around everywhere.

"Yeah... you know to school..." he says slowly looking at me weirdly.

"Right. Let's go!" i say with more enthusiasm than necessary while Ryker throws me an apple, still judging me from afar.

What fun, huh? Getting to spend the night with the bad boy. No. Wrong. Not at all what you would think it would be like. I can't deny that i mightve, sorta've, could've, maybe enjoyed his company but not for more than mere minutes until i realised he was just the asshole player who left me to go god knows where. Not that i minded, it was his life. But since that accidental fall in the basement yesterday afternoon, he's been completely bipolar.

"Sharlett? You there?" Ryker snaps his fingers in my face.

"Hm? Yeah sorry, what's wrong?" I asked while he focussed his attention on the road.