You're Not Enough

Chapter 92

Ryder POV

Shit. I rub my finger across my lip, wiping the blood away. I wince as my finger trails along my bottom lip. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why would I just do that?

Before I could even think about what I was fucking doing, my fist was already connecting with Matt's jaw. When I saw him moving towards her, I just... I didn't think; I just fucking acted.

The way I look at it, I did Matt a fucking favor; he's fucked up in the head; he would've hit her, I know he would've. He grew up watching his shit of a father beat on his mother, so why wouldn't he grow up to be the same abusive ass as his dad?

We may not get punished for the shit we do at this school, but I know they would've done something if he put his hands on her. And if he got expelled, we would be doomed on Friday. We can't play without our linebacker. And we can't forfeit the last game before the championships.

That's why I did it; I did it for the team. At least that's what I keep telling myself.

Matt's probably mad as shit that I just beat the fuck out of him. But he'll get over it. The principal will give us our hundredth warning, and then we will go on about our fucking day.

I remove the tissue from my lip and look at my hand. I stretch them out, allowing my ones to spread; it hurts, but I embrace the tingling pain. My scars still haven't fully healed from me getting into that fight the other day. I should go to the doctor and get it checked out. I grab the ends of the desk and take a deep breath.

I've never seen her act like that before. She actually threw that fucking milk carton at him. I didn't think she had it in her. I guess she's come a long way from running away crying. Now instead of feeling fucking sorry for herself and letting people treat her any type of way, she's doing something about it. Good for her.

I can only imagine the shit people are saying right now. Then again, I could care less about what other people are thinking right now. I just want to know what Jayda is thinking. Knowing her, she's probably analyzed the situation a hundred times over by now.

Jayda POV

I can't stop myself. I continue walking down the hall toward Mr. Brook's room. I have to know why. I need to know why he did that. The only thing I could come up with was that if Matt hit me, he would be suspended or expelled, and that would be bad for the football team, being as though they have a game on Friday.

So that's why Ryder did it. He did for the team. I know he did. That is exactly what he is going to tell me when I ask him.

I rest my hand right on the door handle; I can't bring myself to open it yet. I take a deep breath first and then pull the door open. As soon as I open the door, a cup goes flying past my head, and it hits the wall, shattering all over the place. If I were over to the left a little more, it would've hit me right in the face. I look at Ryder. He's staring at me, shocked. I guess he wasn't expecting me.

"Are you ok?" Is the first thing I ask him. His lip is bleeding, and his eye has a dark mark under it. His knuckles are bloody and swollen.

He turns around and walks over to the windows. His back is towards me. I walk further into the classroom allowing the door to shut behind me. "Ryder." he continues staring straight ahead without even acknowledging my presence beside him. I hate it when he does this.

He blows his breath and then looks at me, intractable; I can't read his expression. "What do you want?"

Is he serious right now? What could I possibly want? "I want to know why you did what you did?"

"What did I do?" he presses his lips together.

I ask him straightforward, "Why did you fight Matt?" I don't feel like playing this game with him.

"Why do you think?" he asks, clearly trying to play this game with me.

As I said before, I won't play this game with him. "You know what? I really don't care anymore." I'm not doing this with him. I turn on my heels, about to walk away before I can move an inch, he grabs my arm.

"I did it for you," he says.

I don't want to believe it, but I do. I mean, he did it, he stood up for me, I saw him. He knew doing that would stir up a whole bunch of problems. But he still did it.

"I wish I didn't do it, though," he adds.

I take a step back from him. "What?" it hasn't even been a full second, and he's already ruined it.

Ryder POV

She takes a step back from me. Her whole expression has changed. "That's not how I meant it... that's not what I meant to say... well, I did, but... it's not how you're taking it." I pause, trying to gather my words. She looks so confused, as she should be. I'm confused as shit, too; I never say the right things when I am around her; I let go of her arm. She waits for me to talk. "Everything's going to change," I tell her the honest truth.

She looks down at her feet and then back up to me. "I know."

(I know I know this chapter is short, I had a busy day, I just got assigned like 3 projects. I wrote this on my lunch break. Tomorrow's chapter will be longer and it maybe a double update, no promises.)