6. Imminent Fall
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Ryker didn't know how to feel about the kiss of which he had been the initiator. He had always noticed Sammy. She, on the other hand, hadn't. Indeed, he had always wondered how this supposedly bright girl had no clue about the owner of the locker next to hers. Her not taking notice of him… that was a harsh blow to his ego.
He was then trapped. He was fascinated. He had to get her.
He kept watching her from afar without making it obvious that he was… And then, it happened. She bumped into him. He tried to play it cool by telling her she was blind.
And lo and behold, the nerd can fight back.
For once she stood up for herself and he was so, so doomed. He could feel it, the attraction, the chemistry, but he was not sure she did. She was after all known for being clueless, unable to read the room for the life of her.
He was quick-witted and told her that he shall make her life a living hell. That only meant he intended to bully her in his own way, to drive her mad with passion too.
And then, Andrew happened. He went from doomed and hooked to possessive and jealous in a nanosecond.
He wasn't thinking when he kissed her. Not rationally. But he didn't regret it. Indeed he had fancied her for so long, it could only be good.
He meant to do well. He meant to tell her how he felt. Instead he had to make a fool of himself and told her that he had wanted to shut her up.
From her reaction, he could already tell him that she didn't believe him. Or maybe she thought he was crazy.
He would never know unless he asked her.
And he would be damned if he did.
He wasn’t that desperate, or so kept telling himself.
He didn't feel like she cared about him that way. And that hurt. It hurt like a damned b***h.
He found her too collected to his taste. Wasn't she affected? Was she really that immune?
He would have to find out. He didn't know how to, but he would have to find out one way or another.
The nerd of the school was beautiful. From his perspective at least.
With her long shiny blond hair, her deep hazel eyes, her demure outfits... How could he not be attracted to her? Hell, how was it possible that no one asked her out already?
Sure, she knew close to nothing when it came to reading the room. But he guessed that it was only because despite her bright mind and her quick wits, she wasn't one to focus on details much unless she was devoted to the task.
She also tended to zone out. Which made her trip a lot... But then again, that was what made her her, what made her cute and vulnerable.
He had a bike to repair - his friend's bike. And as it was, he couldn't focus on the task. He replayed the kiss over and over again, until he felt himself harden. There was no helping it. He had to suffer through it. There was no saving him from the imminent fall.
If anyone was to know the depth of his feelings for her, he was sure he would be the mockery of the school.
But what was he to do? Dare he admit it? He was no longer just infatuated. He wasn't just enamored. He was obsessed, disturbingly so...
He was in love.
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The following day, Ryker can’t help but notice that his dear Samantha isn’t her usual self. She is too distracted, too sleepy. Okay, she has never been the bubbly kind to begin with, but she has fallen three times on her way to her first class only. He knew because he has been watching her from afar not so discreetly.
He is about to go to her, to help her out and mock her at the same time - in an effort to keep up the pretense of being a bully - when he sees Ava approaching him.
He groans internally.
Why won’t she just take the hint already? He thinks she is far too desperate, and finds her way too c**k-crazed to his taste.
He has told her before that he was no longer interested in entertaining her even as a f**k buddy, but she just could not accept that.
Well, tough!
“Ryker,” she giggles in a silly manner and he can only raise an eyebrow in question. “What do you say you and me on…”
He doesn’t let her finish before saying a firm, “No.”
She complains with a pout, “You didn’t even let me tell you what I wanted.”
“Whatever it is, Ava, I am sure you can find someone else to toy with,” he tells her dismissively and then shifts his gaze to the classroom door through which Samantha has just gone.
“But Ryker…” she starts whining and he zones out as he starts to sense a headache coming at high speed.
“No buts, no ifs, Ava,” he makes sure to use her full name, seeing as he saw no reason to pretend liking her when he obviously didn’t. “It’s game over. Get that through your head.”
“We were so good together,” she lets out petulantly.
“In your book maybe,” he shrugs, not sparing her feelings, not one iota.
“You…” she starts angrily, and he immediately shifts his gaze to her face.
He looks at her levelly - no glare needed - and he can swear her breathing grew ragged. “Finish that, I dare you.”
“I… I…” she stutters.
“I have had more than enough of your damned face,” he tells her off-handedly and he doesn’t care enough to watch her face and see her reaction to his harsh words. “Get lost, Ava.”
His only indication of the damage he has done is the sniffle he hears coming from her when she does comply with his not so polite request.
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