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and her team of morons.” Ryan practically spat out Jill’s name to my pleasure. “Can I walk you to class?” He looked at me with those big brown eyes and I hoped my face wasn’t turning bright red.
“Sure.” Was this really happening? I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. It had to be some kind of trick. I resolved myself to not get too excited until I was sure Ryan was on the level.
“Physics, right?”
He knew my schedule, which could be very bad or very good. Bad because Jill told him my schedule, so this would all be a part of the plan, or good because he knew my schedule… which meant he actually paid attention to what I was doing and where I was going.
“Yeah.” Good. Cool and not too desperate. Like I wasn’t about to vomit from nerves.
“Chelsan!”
I turned around to see Bill standing in front of Ryan and I like he was the Sheriff of Nottingham and Ryan was Robin Hood.
“Is he bothering you?!” Bill was actually angry. I had never seen him like this before. I was so surprised by his behavior I didn’t know what to say. Unfortunately, he took that as a yes.
Bill slammed Ryan up against a set of mahogany lockers, pinning him with his arm. “Leave her alone . ” Bill was a couple inches shorter than Ryan, making him six-one, which was nothing to scoff at, but he was much more muscular and Ryan looked like a fly trapped by a spider.
My mouth had literally dropped. And as much torture as it was seeing Ryan wrongfully accused, it was almost a little exciting to see Bill so protective of me. I knew we were buds, but I didn’t realize how far he would go to keep me safe. He was actually being violent. The angriest I had ever seen him was when Jill rigged it for him to be Homecoming King, and even then he had barely raised his voice.
“Bill. He’s not bothering me, I swear! Let him go.” I finally found my voice.
“Are you sure? It looked like you were about to vomit.”
Seriously? That actually showed?
“I’m sure. He was just walking me to class.”
Bill let Ryan go with an apologetic shrug, but his eyes were still fuming.
Ryan, meanwhile, had let this whole event take place without so much as a peep or a struggle.
A crowd had started to form and everyone waited with anticipation as to what would happen next.
Ryan straightened his shirt and combed his hand through his hair as if contemplating what his next move should be. Then he turned to me and did something that made every fiber of my being melt and tingle all at once.
He kissed me.
I felt like I was going to explode and collapse. There was no way my knees were going to function much longer if he kept this up.
Ryan pulled away, his hands cradling my face. He smiled. “See you later.”
And then he was gone, down the hall, past the shocked observers and out of sight.
My whole body was shaky, including my brain. But as out of control as I felt, I didn’t want the feeling to end. In fact, it just hit me that Ryan was gone. Hey!
“Chelsan?! What are you doing with Ryan Vaughn? Are you guys dating or something?” Bill was looking at me with an emotion I couldn’t quite place. One second it looked like anger, the next like I had killed his puppy.
The bell rang for class to start. The crowd dispersed, heading to their respective classes.
“No, Bill, Ryan and I aren’t dating.”
“Then why did he just kiss you?” Bill was returning to his calmer demeanor as if me admitting that Ryan and I weren’t dating comforted him in some way.
“I dunno, maybe because you slammed him against the lockers? He had to save face somehow.” Damn it! That was probably it! It wasn’t me that he wanted, he just didn’t want to look like a wimp in front of the school. Uuugh! I felt like crap now.
Bill’s face flushed with embarrassment. “Sorry about that. I really thought he was messing with you.”
“It’s okay. At least I know that you’ll always have my back.” And I meant it. Knowing that was the only thing keeping me from crawling into a hole
Magda Szabó, George Szirtes