Author: AwhiteDream PM
Ryan Griffith, an intelligent, popular boy who's bored with life and everyone in it. Except a girl, Scarlet Woods, who's eyes catch Ryan's attention from the beginning. But when he realizes the real truth behind her eyes, he can't help but fall deep in love with her and unable to release the love for her.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 7 - Words: 15,327 - Reviews: 11 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 04-12-13 - Published: 11-07-12 - id: 3072410
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My life I can say, is boring.
Nothing exciting ever happens, but I don't complain, it's always been like this. Since the day I was born, to present. Dull parents, dull house, dull life, dull me. Am I doing something wrong here? I feel like I've been waiting for so long for something interesting to appear in my path. Something that would change my character permanently, for good.
It's the same routine everyday. The little things change, not any major things that would get me to stop and think for awhile. I've always wanted to experience those feelings, you know. To get something on my mind, something to bother me. No, I'm not talking about tests or quizzes here. I'm speaking about a different change that would cause me to doz off somewhere far away from this dull planet.
I've seen people like me in movies or in novels. And all of a sudden, a drastic change occurred to them, causing them to completely rearrange their personal feelings. They didn't do anything special for that change, it just happened naturally. Like it was destined to happen, fate.
I don't believe in fate, it's a load of bullshit to me. Or even love at first sight.
First of all, you're going to have to get to know the person really well before you fall in deep love with them. If not, they might turn out to be what you haven't expected, the total opposite from your taste. That's why I don't get people getting married when they've only met for two months. And after about a month or so, divorce papers fly everywhere along with screaming arguments. It's all a waste of time in their lives, it's worth it while people are taking it slow.
But, how would I know? I haven't had a date since three years ago, and I sense that I might not for another three. I'm certainly not waiting for that perfect girl to cross my path and catch my eyes without getting to know them, that's how I made the last mistake.
To make the long story short, the girl turned out to be what I despise the most, fake. Behind all that makeup and bra stuffing was a girl who I thought I'd trust. And believed she thought the same for me. But after kissing and letting her go home as I head to football practice, I didn't expect her to be sucking faces with my teammate...in the locker room. Did the thought of me being there not occurred to her mind? I even told her I was going to football practice.
Anyways, I always look back and laugh about it. Giving my sloppy seconds to some random drug dealer off the street of New York. Rumors manipulating my mind, but I'm not so positive about the drug dealer part.
And the rumors. The rumors are always the best in creating drama in this dull school. I try my best not to believe in the lies people spread from voice to ears and onwards, like the game telephone. It always ends up being completely different from the first time it's been spoken of. Sick people in this school twist up innocent truths and turn into nasty lies for all to gather in and hear. I won't believe in it if the person it's about doesn't reveal it. That's how everyone should be, like the dull person I am.
A loud, beeping sound ringed through my ears constantly. It wouldn't get louder, or lower. Disrupting my white dream until my eyes sprang open, or tried to get open. The farthest I opened them was the slightest crack, letting in the bright light into my eyes.
I rolled my head to the side and pound the stop button on the alarm clock, 6:30am. I laid there for a while, until I was fully awake to start showering and getting dressed. To be honest, I once stayed in bed so long, I drifted to sleep. And when I woke up, I was late for third period.
The memory recalling made me hop out and into the shower. I don't want to be late this time.
Staring at myself in the foggy mirror, a towel wrapped around me, I noticed I haven't been going to the gym lately. I should start next week, the body I've been working my ass off is slowly disappearing.
After getting dressed and skipping breakfast from the lack of getting up early from bed, I shut the front door behind me and head towards the car.
For parents who are always out of the country for business, they never fail to surprise me by a full tank of gas in my BMW M3. Frankly, I didn't know I would end up having dad's old car. I wouldn't consider this car old, it's flawless in my eyes. I treat it as a son to me.
Rolling into the senior parking lot, of course the eyes hit the car. Stare all you want, pathetic freshmen. Then when I get out, the eyes arrow towards me, sensing it's painful glares. Alright guys, it's just a face. I'm no Leonardo DiCaprio or Channing Tatum, I wouldn't want to be.
I quickly pass through the crowds of underclassmen to finally reach the front door.
I turn around, oh God...
"Ryan!" he shouted in my face, giving me a huge headache.
I threw my hands at his face, my sight turned to the ground, "Dylan chill. It's too early to be yelled at right now."
He patted my shoulder, "Sorry man. I'm just panicking about the calculus test today. Did you study?"
I walked to my locker, feeling his presence behind me and his panicking emotions spilling everywhere.
"Dylan you know I never study. I don't have to." I grabbed a couple of textbooks before locking up.
He laid against the lockers, "Oh right. You have that 'photographic memory' shit. Do you really have the ability to memorize anything you see?"
I nodded. The first time I realized I had this ability was fifth grade, last minute studying. I aced that quiz with only 10 seconds of staring at 20 vocab words. Couldn't be anymore prouder for myself.
"Dude, you suck." he smacked my back. "See you in two periods." he left, heading to first period. And leaving my aching back to throb painfully. Too early in the morning for his crap.
Having English class for first period isn't so terrible as I thought when I first got my schedule. It's one of the worst classes, but it's best to get over with it in the beginning. I thought this before I noticed my teacher was a total asshole. He thinks he's the shit, keeping his head held up like he knows everything. Feeling so high and mighty, huh Mr. Davidson?
I sat down in my assigned seat in the back of the class, grateful to be in the back next to the window. I can daydream all I want, gazing out through the window like I give a damn about English. It's a good think I won't be majoring in this field, I'd collapse from boredom.
Great, here's the asshole now. Rolling out the red carpet for him to walk on like a noble king. Wait, who's that beside him?
"Students, be nice to the new student. Her name is..." he glanced down at her.
Her wavy, light brown hair was unbelievably long, passed her ass. She was petite, like a doll. She also had the face of one too, silky white skin that glowed by the reflection of the sun. Her clothes weren't as nice and rich looking as the rest of the fake girls here, but descent looking at least. But I've never seen eyes that large on a girl before. Large, the color of a dark chocolate droplet, staring back at the class with a serious, yet adorable face. I would guess she was about fifteen years old by her height.
"Scarlet Woods." she mumbled, her hands behind her back.
To top it all, her voice is light and soothing as a soft feather in the blue sky. Scarlet Woods. Tastes colorful on my tongue. Her name sounds like a type of scent for lotion. I guess it's a cute name, for a cute girl like her.
"Okay Scarlet, take a seat over there in the back beside Ryan for now." he said pointing his finger across the room.
Oh great, she'll be sitting beside me. I hope she's not annoying, I need to pass this asshole's class to get into NYU.
As she walked between desks, the guys in class cranked their necks to get a better look at her. But there really isn't anything to see, she's flat as a wooden board, with no ass. A disappointment to men out there, but her eyes are like cat eyes. I bet she can get away with anything with those brown eyes of hers.
She sat on the empty desk beside me, placing her notebook and pen on the desk. She shoved her hands in between both of her knees, staring up at Mr. Davidson. Her light brown hair spilling over the chair and passed her ass.
Impressive, she's even cuter up close. Her rosy cheeks, and petite body were all similar to a doll. It was as though she walked out of a doll box and came here. Scarlet Woods, huh? If it wasn't for her flat chest and ass, I would have asked her out by now and get to know her better. She's not worth my time anyways.
I focused back in class, my hand holding up my sleepy head as people take turns reading out of the book. I glanced back at her and noticed she didn't have a book to follow along. Of course that asshole doesn't pay attention to anyone besides himself. Didn't even get her prepared for this class, how is she suppose to stay in honors English without being prepared for class?
"Pst." I leaned over towards her.
She didn't move. Is this girl ignoring me when I'm trying to help her out?
"Hey. I'm talking to you." I whispered.
Still no reaction.
I nudged her on the arm. And watched her sudden reaction as she turn towards me without a sound. My God those eyes are hypnotizing me.
"I didn't mean to frighten you. Just wanted to know if you'd like to follow along. That asshole over there forgot to give you a book. So you want to look over with me on my book?" I whispered, waiting for her to respond.
She held her hand towards her mouth, probably thinking. Come on girl, I don't have all day to wait for your answer. Yes or no?
I scooted my desk towards hers and she gently did the same. Until our desks were connected, I slid the book in between the crack of the desk and watched her body move in closer to read along.
The scent of her took over my nose, the smell of roses filled my atmosphere. Smelled too good to resist. I was distracted so hard, my face was turned towards her. Then I shook out of it, feeling like an idiot.
Her dark brown eyes looked over to me, "Thank you." she whispered.
"Any time Scarlet. I'm Ryan. Ryan Griffith by the way." I said, leaning in closer.
"Nice to meet you." her face not once smiled yet.
Why am I being nice to this girl I hardly know? Is my mind taking over the better of me? She's a waste of time, I don't need her. But something is telling me that she's not happy, for some reason. She hasn't smiled at all, frowning all the way. Is something wrong with her?
Ryan get your head out of this and focus in class!
Okay, serious time. Where were we in the book again?
"Hey, can I see your schedule? I just want to see which teachers you have." I said, resting my arm on the desk.
What the hell Ryan!
I can't believe I just asked her for her schedule. I swear I think my mind is corrupting right now, it's not cooperating with me. It has it's own plans up it's sleeve.
"Uh, okay. Hold on, let me get it out of my backpack." she reached for the floor, unzipping her backpack, she fetched her schedule.
She held it out, hands trembling. "Here."
I'm not going to bite girl, do I look like a thug to you? Holding a gun up towards your head for your wallet?
I took it out of her hands and unfolded it.
She has almost every class with me. Except honors physics, she's taking honors chemistry. Looks like I'll be seeing her doll face every period except seventh period. This should be fun for a dull person like me.
I handed it back to her. "You have every class with me. Just not seventh period, I have honors physics." I pointed to the name of the teacher teaching chemistry. "She's a great teacher. Had her junior year and I left that class with A's all year."
She gazed up at me, "Really?"
I nodded. "You have to be on her good side though. She doesn't hand out A's for nothing."
"Ryan! No talking! You don't have permission to speak over me, I'm the teacher!" Mr. Davidson yelled across the class.
I sighed, not wanting to apologize to that asshole.
I pointed at Mr. Davidson with my thumb. "But him. He's an asshole and always will be." I whispered, trying to crack a joke just to see a smile on her cute, pink lips.
Her face was stoned, not even a smirk on her creamy face.
This one's tough, what do I have to do to make her smirk at least?
She nodded, gripping her schedule with her tiny hands. Her eyes gazing down at the floor.
My God, I can't help but be interested to this doll I don't even know. What am I doing?