Hate, like and love

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Susan POV

I don't know what made me more annoyed: Karen. who probably fell in love with him, or Ryan, sitting next to me, trying to play loose ends and talk to me. I wanted to raise my hand and ask Mrs. Clarkson if I could change, but I didn't want to interrupt her or make trouble.

,,Shall we go somewhere on Saturday?" I heard a question. Ryan smiled, trying to make an impression of himself, but I only heard the stress in his voice. He was almost trembling.

,,Why would a famous hooligan, who is seen behind him by much prettier and more popular girls " I pointed out to Karen ,,have to date an average nerd?"

Ryan looked at me very carefully. I thought he was looking at me for ages. I was looking away, but he was still staring at my eyes.

,,You're not average" he said, and then he finally turned his eyes away and pretended to focus on the lesson. He was quite a weak actor and looked at me more than on the blackboard anyway.

,,Then what am I like?" I asked. I just wanted answers. Is that too much? I expect him to reveal what he wants from me and stop annoying me once and for all.

,,Beautiful" he whispered, not looking me in the eye. ,,Honest, nice, incredible, wise, witty... Shall I continue?"

Okay, it's not like I'm blushing, it's just...the sun started shining on me so much that my cheeks were pink...I'm not lying!

,,T...Thank you" I nodded. We looked at each other, both reds. It got awkward. And for the first time I did not pay attention to math. Well, I'll catch up on that later. For now I preferred to look at his blonde curls. Oh, God, that sounded idiotic. I'm very sorry, I just can't distract from the beauty of this boy. I have to calm down, because I just can't stand it! How can you just look at one man who is not even a teacher for so long?

,,Mrs Clarkson" I raised my hand ,,Can I use the toilet?"

,,Okay, Susan, just a quick one" she answered kindly ,,I don't want you to miss something, seeing as you are about to have a math contest."

,,Of course, ma'am" I answered and ran out of class. It is a terrible shame, but even talking to the mathematician, I looked at Ryan's face. He was looking at me, and when I left his mouth whispered something like, "Let's meet behind the school after school". Math was the last lesson, and there were about 10 minutes left until the end. I felt stress. God, what is wrong with me?! I see him every day at school, what's the problem with meeting him behind the school? It is not a tragedy, and I have to stop dramatizing.