Love At First Sight

13

It's been three days since Ryder told me what had happened to him. I haven't told Rhylee yet. I don't even want to tell her; it would be betraying Ryder's trust.

Trust.

Such a strong word. We aren't even close enough. Why would he trust me? Well he trusted you enough to tell you his life story.

I still find it hard to comprehend what Ryder told me. I mean, how can the school's bad boy have gone through all this? He doesn't even show it at all.

He's really been through a lot. I guess I'm not the only one. He witnessed his parents death. And he thinks it's his fault.

Yeah, it kind of is his fault but he doesn't have to keep reminding himself of it.

He has to understand that the past is in the past. Sure, it's going to be hard to let go but he has to. Someway, somehow. One way or the other.

It's been 6 years! He really has to stop tormenting himself and accept that what has happened has happened. And all the tears he has shed will not bring them back or remove the memories of his pain or make all his scars vanish into thin air.

Oh, how I wish Ryder could have reported his foster mom to the cops. She deserves some serious jail time. How can she treat a 14 year old like that?

I keep on reminiscing how Ryder was so vulnerable three days ago. I'd never seen him like that before. And I'm sure no one has. Then why did he act like that in front of me? Well, I'm sure it was because he was emotional.

That brings me to the second question I've been asking myself: Why me? Why did he tell it to me? Me of all people?! I guess he trusts me that much.

But, do I trust him? Do I trust him enough to tell him my problems? Can I just walk up to him and tell him my troubles? Would he even listen?

I guess not.

I didn't even know I was crying. I was sitting in my bedroom with my homework spread out in front of me. I decided to look at my Economics textbook and noticed some drops of liquid on page 136. It can't possibly be raining inside. I must have been crying.

I went to the bathroom and washed my face. When I came out, I decided to continue my homework when I got a text from no other than Zachary.

Zack: Hey Sammy!

Me: Hello.

Zack: What happened to you today? You looked so down in school.

Me: Oh, really? Nothing's wrong with me. Thanks for asking anyway.

Lie.

Zack: No problem Sammy. So what are you doing?

Me: Homework.

Zack: What subject?

Me: Economics and Literature.

Zack: Oh. Do you need help?

Me: I don't know.

Zack: Should I come over?

Me: No. No need. I can do it alone.

Zack: Nonesense! We can't have you failing!

Me: Excuse me?! I've been doing my homework myself for as long as I can remember, and look at me now. I'm fine really. Thanks for your concern.

Zack: Whatever, I'm still coming. See you in ten minutes, Sammy!

*End of conversation.*

I groaned and rolled my eyes. What's his problem? I told him I could do it myself. Why did he even care anyway?

I was wearing a tank top and very short shorts, so I decided to change into something more appropriate.

I ended up wearing a pair of Nike sweatpants and a gray t-shirt that has a picture of Batman and Superman each holding a glass of beer, clinking them together with ridiculous grins on their faces. I tied my hair in a messy bun.

When I was done, I heard the doorbell and rushed downstairs. I opened the door and put my hands in my pockets.

"Hey." I said.

"Hi Sammy." His eyes settled on my shirt and he smirked.

"Nice shirt. I didn't know you were into DC."

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, turning my back on him before walking to the kitchen. He chuckled and followed me.

"So, now that you're here, should I go and get my homework?"

He walked over to the kitchen island, where a fruit bowl was situated. He picked up an apple and began throwing it up in the air and catching it.

"Nope." He took a bite out of the apple.

"Oh, do you want to watch some television first, or what?"

He laughed. "You don't get it Sammy, do you?"

"I really don't."

He slowly walked over to me. I began to back away, until my back came in contact with the wall.

He was very close to me now. Like, right in front of me. I looked up at his gray eyes and we locked eyes for a while.

Then he leaned down, apparently trying to whisper something in my ear. His lips were so close to my ear, that they came in contact with each other. Goosebumps spread across my arms like a wildfire in the forest.

"I didn't come here so we can do homework together. I came so I can see your pretty little face. And now that I have, I'll be on my way now."

He stood up straight and began walking to the front door. When he reached, he looked at me and smiled, then walked out the door.

Did that just happen? Whoa! He called me pretty! No one's ever done that except for Rhyls and my mom. Well, he couldn't possibly have meant it. Could he?

A/N
Hey guys! How are you? Any comments on this chapter? It's not one of my favourites anyway. So I need your help. I need a ship name for Samantha and Ryder, and also one for Samantha and Zachary. I'll need you guys to please comment them in this chapter or maybe the next one. The ships from the person I like best will get a dedication. Thanks a lot guys. Stay posted for more. Bye! :)

~addie~