Every Rose Has its Thorn 01

Every Rose Has its Thorn 01

Looking back on it, I think to myself, if I had never moved to Tree Ford in the first place, maybe I wouldn't have ever gotten myself in the trouble I did. After all, I had been living a fairly normal, nice…and slightly boring life. Maybe, I should've kept it that way. That way, I would've never met the obstacles in life that were almost impossible to cross. And, most importantly, I would've never met Ryan Williams.

I walked around my new school without a clue as to where I was going, but I kept going anyway in search of a girl named Summer Davis. I had absolutely no idea who she was or how she even looked like. All I knew was her name. Oh, and that she was supposedly supposed to show me around the school...kind of like my "tour buddy". I know, its not like I'm five or anything and yes, I told the school it was completely unnecessary but hey, who listens to me, right?

Just then, I spotted a pretty, brunette girl, waving madly at me with a picture of me in her hand.

Oh, so she gets my picture and I don't get hers? That's totally great.

"Hi," I greeted her with a tired and forced smile.

It's not that I was a bitch or anything. I was just extremely tired from looking all over the school about five times for her. I also wasn't very happy to have moved to this extremely small town from the big city I used to live in, leaving all my friends and whatnot. So sue me if I wasn't on my best behaviour. At least I was trying, right? That's all that really mattered anyway. It's not like I'd even really see this girl again after our little tour was over, so who really cares what she thinks of me.

"Hey! You're Avery Roberts, right?" said the brunette girl with a huge smile. I guess she didn't catch on…Or maybe I was just a really good actress.

"Yeah…and you're Summer Davis I'm guessing?"

"Yep, that's me. So, I'm supposed to show you around and accompany you for the next week and make sure you make friends and whatnot. It should be fun."

I mentally rolled my eyes. Of course, yes, this should be fun. She made it sound like she was babysitting me. "Yes, loads and loads of fun…," I mumbled sarcastically, but again, she didn't catch on.

"Great! I'm sorry you had to spend today's day alone though. I just had to help tutor some people at lunch and I guess I wasn't in any of the classes you had today. Better luck tomorrow, I hope," she said with a laugh.

"Don't worry its okay. I was just slightly lost and got late to 3 out of 4 of my classes, but I made it so I was alright. I'm used to going to a bigger school, so this shouldn't be too much of a problem," I said. It was true though. This school, Tree Ford High (original, eh?) was half the size of my last school. It also happened to be the only high school in Tree Ford.

"Good to hear, but I'll still make it up to you. I'm going to show you one of the best things in our school. One of the things that you absolutely cannot miss living here."

"No, really, don't worry about it. You don't have to make up anything to me—"

"No, I want to. I'm going to take you to a foot ball game! You can't miss those living here," she exclaimed.

I slightly gagged. "You're kidding… I hate football. I don't even really understand it. I think it's the most pointless sport, if you can call it that, that exists," I said.

She gasped. "Oh, no! You can't hate football. Trust me; living here, you'll fall in love with it. It's the heartbeat of our school. I will show you and prove it to you. It's decided then, we're going to go to the game tonight, whether you like it or not."

Great. Please, God, save me.

x

"Summer, really, it was okay. You really didn't have to bring me here and spend time with me like this."

"Of course I did. It's my responsibility to make sure you love our school and Tree Ford. And watching football games is just part of that."

I sighed as I followed her down the stands. We finally found a couple of seats free and took a place. She was right though, the crowd was full. If this event cost money, it would be sold out. I guess Tree Ford really did love their football. High school football at that.

It was slightly cold. Good thing I had brought a jacket. I put it on and folded my arms around my chest to keep myself warm. To think, I could've been at my heated home, drinking coffee and reading a nice book.

I looked towards the field and saw the players warming up. At least the view was good, if you know what I mean. One good thing about football was hot, built guys.

"So, Avery, such a pretty name. Tell me something about yourself. How do you like it here so far?" asked Summer as she popped a couple of sour keys in her mouth.

"Thanks. And…honestly, I don't know…it's going to take me a while to get used to living here, you know? I'm used to living in a much bigger city and suddenly I feel like I'm cramped in this tiny place, no offence," I answered.

"None taken," she said with a smile. "Don't worry, I know what you mean. I only just moved here about a year ago. I used to live in the city too, but look at me. I already love it. I'm sure you will too."

"Only a year? Wow…I thought…"

"—that I've lived here my whole life?" she asked with a laugh. "Don't worry, most people think that too. But I've just grown to get so involved here and love this place so much, I guess even I'm surprised that I'm not born here."

I nodded and looked towards the large, green field once more. Players wearing red were on one side of the field while the ones wearing blue were on the other. "Which team are we rooting for?" I asked.

"The blue ones. We're called the Tree Ford Tigers. I guess we should be yellow…look more tiger-ish, but our school's theme has always been blue, so blue we are. Besides, I think yellow uniforms would be rather ugly, don't you think?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "Yellow would be ugly. Blue's much better."

The players were running laps now. Some blew kisses to what I'm guessing are their girlfriends as they ran. Others high-fived their friends at the sidelines. Almost all of them were pretty easy on the eyes, like all football players stereotypically are. One caught my eye especially though. Not because he was the best looking guy there, which he was, but because he had this special edge to him. He didn't look like he was a football player. I guess he didn't exactly look preppy. He had this fierce look in his coal black eyes that even I could make it out from where I was sitting. They were so intense…I'd hate to be looking right at them. From what I could see from under his helmet, he had black hair as well that slightly covered his eyes. He was so full of aggression…so full of power, and it kind of looked like he was angry at someone or just the world in general.

"Who's that?" I whispered to Summer. I didn't know why I was whispering. Seeing him, it felt like he could hear me. Seeing so much anger and hatred on his otherwise beautiful face, I was sure I wouldn't want to be the person who had caused that. I felt so sorry for the person who had done so.

"That's Ryan Williams…," she whispered back. Okay, I understand why I was whispering, but why was she? "Not someone I recommend becoming friends with, as gorgeous as he is. He probably wouldn't give you the time of his day, anyway."

I gasped. "What do you mean he wouldn't give me the time of the day? Is he one of those guys that think they're too good for everyone…or are you just calling me un-worthy of him?"

"No! Of course not. What I meant was that he's just a really distant guy. Most of the school is afraid of him. He doesn't give anybody the time of the day. He mostly just keeps to himself and everyone else just chooses to leave him alone. I mean, with that anger in him, I don't blame everyone for being afraid," she explained.

"Yeah…but he must have a reason for that anger, right? He can't just be born angry. Someone or something must've caused it."

"You're right," she admitted. "Ryan wasn't always like that. I wasn't here for this because it happened two years ago, but others have told me of it. Apparently, there was a girl he was madly in love with. She was gorgeous and flawless in every way from what I've heard. They had been going out for a couple of years. They were the type of couple that everyone envies, the one everyone can bet on that's going to get married. They were really perfect together, and it was like the world had made them for each other. He would do anything for her. Absolutely anything."

"…So, what happened?" I asked, getting curious.

"Well, you see, Ryan's from a really wealthy family. He used to shower Ava with expensive gifts. She loved it, of course. Soon though, Ryan caught Ava cheating on him with his own best friend, Tristan, also on the football team. Ryan was absolutely torn and broken. It was bad enough that the girl he loved more than the world had cheated on him that she cheated on him with his best friend. She told Ryan that she only really dated him for his wealth, and that she never really actually liked him. But he didn't believe it. Their love couldn't have been a lie. He kept thinking what he'd done wrong. Why did she do that to him? He kept blaming himself. And soon when Ava came crying to him that she needed ten grand because her mother was sick and she needed it to get her surgery done, Ryan put everything that had happened aside and his love allowed him to give her what she had asked for. In a way, he gave her another chance. But that was another lie. Her mother had not been sick. Ava took the money and ran away from home with his best friend. She had only been always there for the money."

"Wow…what a bitch! He didn't deserve that," I exclaimed, anger bubbling up in me.

"Yeah…and God punished her for it too. Tree Ford soon received the news that the bus she and Ryan's best friend were on had crashed and burned and that they had both passed away," said Summer.

I blinked several times, unable to believe it. I thought this type of stuff happened only in books and movies. This was unbelievable. "I…wow…," I mumbled.

Summer nodded sadly. "And ever since then, Ryan's been this way. He's been so angry at Ava for making such a big fool of him and taking advantage of him like that. Using him in a way, you know? He really had loved her. When he got the news of her running away, he wanted to kill her. And then when he found out the news of her death, he was just angry that he wasn't the one to kill her. That's why there's so much anger in him. His heart's like a stone now…"

I closed my eyes. "That's such an unbelievably tragic story. I feel bad for him. Is he always going to be like this? I mean, it's not like we can bring back Ava and give her to him to kill himself."

"Yeah…I guess, but he just doesn't believe that she could die like that, you know? Just like that. All of a sudden. I guess…in a way, he still doesn't believe she's dead. His love has just turned to hate though over time."

I looked over the field and saw that while we had been talking, the game had begun and our school was in lead. Suddenly, I didn't feel like cheering them on. Not after that story. I looked at Ryan Williams and saw the aggression I saw in his eyes in his body as he used it to tackle down body after body.

I didn't know what to think.

I sat there, unable to concentrate on the game. Because suddenly, this story was all I could think about.

Ryan Williams…you were a big, strange mystery.

And suddenly, I was keen on solving it.