The Old One Two

WARNING: SLIGHT CUSSING

"I've got your personality down. You're the ditzy cheerleader brat who thinks they can get whatever you want." Ryan says, smirking.

"You don't know me." I say, gritting my teeth, my hands balled up in fists.

Ryan leans in even closer than he was before and I smell a rancid smell, which I hope is his breathe and not a dead animal.

The beginning is a bit cliche, but what can you do?