These past few days have been okay, I've talked to Ryver a little, not much, but enough to know we're on good terms, today we talked before he went to football practice the other day, and that was the last time we spoke.

Its indoors for now, considering we live in Canada the weather is already starting to get cold.

Now i'm sitting in the cafeteria, alone and scrolling through social media.

When I look up to see the one person I hoped I'd never see again.

"Why were you talking to Ryver?" Melinda's annoying high pitched voice says.

Melinda, head cheerleader at our school, popular, blonde hair wears clothes that are barely clothes, not that I can say anything about that.

But at least I don't wear clothing like that to school.

Oh and of course a complete bitch. Who always menages to find a way to lower my self esteem.

She hasn't bullied me in awhile, guess she finally found something to use.

"Why do you care?" I ask not bothering to look over to her and her minions.

I call them minions because it's as if Melinda is their queen and if they don't follow her orders, she would chop their heads off, or maybe throw them in with the crocodiles too.

"Because there's no reason for him to be hanging with someone as ugly and worthless as you. Obviously." She says it with the same annoying voice she has.

"Okay." I say. One thing I learned about Melinda is that it's easier to give her one word answers like 'okay' or 'whatever' it pisses her off. So I use it to my advantage.

"Obviously don't get your hopes up because it's like he would ever go for a someone like you. Like look at you." She chuckles and so do her friends.

I pretend like her words don't effect even if they aren't true. They remind me of someone which brings a stab to my heart. I would never admit this to anyone.

Her hurtful words don't affect me, accept with they remind me of the idiot that was once in my life.

That's the main reason I started acting the way I do, its nice to be a different version of myself. To be known differently. To not be me.

Sometimes I forgot which is the real version of myself. It's hard to remember the person looking back at you in the mirror.

Or sometimes I forget about this half of my life, and wish it could only be that, drinking, partying, and sex. I hate that. I hate my life.

But it can't my mother wanted me to finish school. So thats what I'll do.

"Are you done?" I ask finally looking at her, to see an irritated expression on her face.

"What?"

"Are you done throwing off rude comments to me?" I ask with a straight face.

She groans, then snaps her finger, and stutters away with her three minions right behind her. Her heels clicking loudly through every step. Im surprised she left that quickly.

Well gosh darn that could of been so fun, her loss.

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As I'm walking out the door I see the football team on the field, for once its pretty good weather right now here in Toronto, so I'm not surprised to see them outside.

I normally pass through this side to go to the parking lot, mainly because I want to avoid the chaos of students, it takes a little longer but by the time I'm there its less chaotic.

"Ensleey!" I hear my name being called.

I turn back around to see Ryver running towards me, wearing his football uniform.

Why the hell do I find him so attractive?

I shouldn't.

"Hey." He says with a smile on his perfect face, once he's right in front of me.

"Hi." I reply back tucking a piece of hair from my face, as I do so Ryver watches my every move carefully, his green eyes slightly glossy.

I've never had anyone look at me the way he's looking at me, in this moment.

We stand in awkward silence for a few moments.

When he's about to speak. Someone appears at his side.

"Hey man, coach wants you back." The guy says.

He stares at me, he's a few inch short of Ryver, nonetheless still tall, he has very dark brown hair and brown eyes, he's also wearing his football uniform just like Ryver.

"Ensleey, Justin." Ryver says. "Justin, Ensleey."

"Nice to meet you." Justin says a few seconds later.

"You too." I give a slight smile, I fidget with my fingers nervously.

Justin and Ryver have a silent conversation, and then Justin turns and walks back to the field.

"Are you okay?" Ryver asks, staring down at my fidgeting hands.

"Yeah sorry." I stutter moving my hands to my back, so he doesn't see them.

I don't know why, I always fidget with when I'm nervous, and anxious.

"You don't look okay." He says looking start at me.

"Why do you care?" Not really thinking of how weird I worded the sentence, probably shouldn't have said.

"You don't want me to care?" He asks and I shake my head. He smirks and starts walking backwards toward the field. "Well too bad Ensleey I do care and I won't stop caring."

He then turns away from me, and I'm left standing confused as ever.

It hards to believe he cares. He would definitely be running if he knew the other half of me.

Maybe, I should stop questioning it. I mean he didn't run. When I said I had anxiety.

I'm going to hope he doesn't end up running any time soon.

His presence is like a wave of fresh air, calming, and unexpected.

He isn't as bad as Jake played him out to be. So what's the harm in hanging out with him?

I want to. Thats all I'm sure about, he makes me happy. I dot feel a sense of happiness often.

So yeah what's the harm of sort of trusting Ryver Webb to be maybe a friend?

Hopefully nothing, because Im already beginning to trust him.

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