Monday is dull. So are the other days of the week. Except for the hours I spend enjoying club activities.
Ryker has become my ride home on the days I have said activities. He claims it’s too late for a girl as frail as little nerdy clumsy me to be outside.
Being the small ball of curiosity that I am at heart, I don’t give up on any chance to spend time with him, in an attempt to know him better and unravel the great bad boy of the school that is Ryker Scott.
I tell myself it’s my curiosity that’s attracting me to him like a moth to a flame and not any other feeling. Admitting the truth would be like signing my soul to the devil, or so it feels to me. He is after all the bad boy of the school, and I don’t know what to make of him yet. Is he a softie at heart or is he just toying with
