With Love, Ryan (Shattered#1)

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| Elenore |

"God! How many gods did they worship?"

Ancient greeks had no idea how difficult would they make for us students to write down and memorize all these names.

Did I mention I had to know which power belonged to whom?

"Hermes , Apollo, Aphrodite. ." I kept muttering their names while writing them down and downloading all the crap available on the web.

Up till now, Aphrodite looked like she was winning at being a goddess. The woman had men wrapped around her finger and she still couldn't find her love. It must have been hard to pick out one among the guinea pigs . In ancient civilizations, people used to visit her temple to cast love spells and whatnot.

Luckily , the library had to be the only place on earth with no sucking faces around. I wanted to sit out in the sun but then couples had to shove their tongues down each other throats.

It was distracting and disgusting.

Guess it was disgusting because I, Eleanor Paige , was jealous and I had no qualms in admitting it. My dating life had an up and down graph. Soaring in high school and then dipping down at graduation.

I adulted up and realized half the boys dating me were nothing but the frogs of my life. Boys lost their charms after that. In other words, I never met a man worthy of my attention yet.

So I landed here.

The home of singles.

I knew one thing about Willow. She was a nerd and unapologetic about it. She had gone down to pester the professor about the lecture and I , an average student, didn't have the heart to stand and listen to their back and forth bicker.

"Zeus, you nasty boy. ." I smirked reading about his history.

I love gods with juicy history.

I leaned in , my eyes inches away from the screen. . . reading the words-that's when my nose twitched.

Like a squirrel.

It twitched again . .

Looking away from the screen, i tried to make sense of. .there was something in the air. .a scent. .

My eyes widened when I detected the peculiar pungent scent.

Oh no you don't!

Backing away from the laptop, I whirled my revolving chair around and looked around the library how a camera does.

Not missing a single place.

There!

The white smoke was rising up in puffs right at the far end of the library.

"I'm gonna kill this guy!"

Had people lost decency or what?

I couldn't concentrate with the smoke getting in my nose and clouding my senses.

Getting up, I moved towards the far end. Careful not to startle the person. I wanted to caught him red handed and whack some sense into him!

Or her.

Biting my lower lip, I tiptoed around and halted when I saw a flash of blonde hair between the cracks of the bookshelf-plastered to the chest of the. . . smoker.

I couldn't see their faces since the bookshelves had them cut off from my view but between the cracks I could see their bodies and-

Oh my God!

The girl was sobbing on to his chest!

"-i did as you ask! I left him. .I ruined us. .all for you and now you won't even look at me. ." Her voice broke at the end as her shoulders shook in silence.

I knew that voice.

Megan.

"What's there to look at?" He asked in a calm voice.

I gritted my teeth.

The asshole didn't bother hugging her back or say nice words! I could see the cigarette stuck in his mouth! I tried to lower my height so I could see his fracking face-

She backed away a little.

"You-you don't love me now?" She asked in a pathetic manner.

He chuckled lightly.

Like she cracked the joke of the century.

I clenched my fist.

"Sweetheart, I don't even love myself. What makes you think. .I'm tired."

She gripped the front of his shirt and my heart went haywire.

"We slept together! I kept cheating on Mark for your sake! Every single night the guilt would eat me up alive and none of this matters to you!!" Her voice raised furiously as she shook his shirt with every word.

With a heavy sigh, he shook her off his chest.

And then it happened.

I saw his face.

He bent down to her height.

Midnight blue eyes staring straight into her eyes. The narrow nose almost touching her. .what got me was. . the hollowness of his eyes. It jabbed me in the heart.

"Wrong. I didn't ask you to climb in my bed and ride me! I didn't ask you to fuck around all over Mark's bathroom. Guess why I let you fuck me? You were available , Megan." He said it all in a low venomous voice.

She gasped and raised her hand to slap him but he caught her wrist-his eyes had a mad glint in them.

"You keep taking wrong decision, Meg. You should have slapped me when I asked you to fuck me at your boyfriend's place ." He smirked. " Ex boyfriend. . at least that would have made me have an ounce of respect for you."

He let go of her hand like it had caught fire.

She kept on taking his name , asking him to stay . .and he turned his back to her . Storming out.

"Ryan!!" She shrieked.

Her voice echoed around in the empty library.

"Ryan! You can't do this to me -" she chocked up.

"Ryan. ." I took his name. Whispering it. The hot guy. .the deaf guy. . the cigarette guy. .Ryan. .

I heard Megan's heels clack away and I had to jam against the bookshelf. Trying not to breath.

Now I could put two with two. The muscled guy must be Mark and Megan. .

She cheated with the hottie.

Shutting my eyes, I tried to calm down. All of this was kinda messing with my heart. What was she thinking going on with a guy like that? It was obvious he was a piece of shit.

He had red flags all over him.

And yet. .

"Stupid girls. ."

I would never lower myself to a guy like that!

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