Rocks" I froze instantly.
My foot came to a halt on its own accord as the voice registers in my brain. I knew that voice well. I can feel the air on my neck rise. That voice that has been in my life for the past three years. That voice had tormented me for three years. It has been everywhere I go, every step I take, every place I sit. It has been in my fucking head for three good years.
That voice, my Worstnightmare
My torment
My doom
My bully
Ryder's
He has been exactly the person I don't want to run into today. I planned on keeping my distance throughout this year and here he is now, positioned right in my face. No matter how I hide he'll always come finding me but I don't want it to be this soon. I turned and immediately wished I hadn't. His eyes met mine with surprise then followed by immediate displeasure.
Yh, I know that look and I'm familiar with it. The getthefuckoutofmyface look. His jaw clenched, and I noticed how his chin lifted slightly. The familiar pounding in my chest echoed in my ears, and a hundred miles away sounded like a really nice place to be right now. Was it too much to ask that I had asked one year of normal teenage fun to myself? Was it too much that I craved to be left in peace for the remaining days of school? Was it too much that I asked that I'd never come across Ryder?
I don't know much about Ryder Saint other than he's out on a mission to destroy me. He had made that clear enough for me to understand. He's set to crush and set my world crumbling. Ripping it all apart. He's set to see the end of me
But why?
Why me? I asked myself the same question for the umpteenth time without getting an answer. Why had I been his target? Why did he despise me so much?
I stare at his face looking for an answer I know isn't there only to be met with the ice cold stern gaze. To say Ryder isn't beautiful would be a big fat lie. He's tall and has broad shoulders. His body is covered in ink and has his lips pierced. His uniform is missing the tie as always and he looks ruggedly handsome. His inked black hair that runs slick in the middle. Complimented by the perfect face. He's a piece of art. Girls were so busy watching him that they ran into walls. I swear if he hadn't been this way to me I might have found myself crushing over him.
Shaking my head I tried to shrug the thought away like it would help.
My thoughts are dragged back to the years of enduring his bullying. The body shaming body remarks and false confessions about me. The constant reminder that everything about me infuriates him. Out of everyone in this school, it's only me he chooses to bully.
Why me?
Did I make his life hell or kill him in our first life? I really hope it's the latter.
He twirls a football in his right hand while the other stays in his trouser pockets. I wonder if he ever does anything with it. He strides towards me. Walking slowly and with purpose. I kept my gaze on him, watching him, my eyes following his every move while I struggled to keep my breath steady. I don't know why a little part of me thinks he will ignore and walk past me but I know better than that. It's not something new. Once he starts on a mission he never backs out.
It's even stupid to think he will leave me alone. He never has. Not even once. Whether I like it or not, Ryder has always been in my life and will continue to be until the end of this year. Then, when I'm out of this city everything will be over. I'll be free.
Breath in
Breath out
It's okay.
"Did you lose your way, Rocks?" His voice is light, holding meaning.
If it were the old me I'd have run down the hallway and hide. I'll have bowed my head in Shame while his mocking laughter followed me and while I ran away. If it were the old me, I'd have been intimidated by his gaze and then cry.
However, that has changed. Me.
I have transformer into a new person
This is a fresh start
A blank book
A new chapter
A new story
I've come to an important conclusion that I won't let Ryder ruin this last year for me. I won't bow down and play along to his silly games. I want to be the main lead in my own story. I'm done hiding like a coward. I'm done letting Ryder Saint get to me.
I push my head high and flip my hair backward like I've watched others do and meet his gaze.
"Get the fuck out of my face Ryder"
I can hear the gasps.
Okay. That's great and a good start.
"What did you just say?" He narrowed his eyes like he didn't believe I just spoke back.
I mean I don't talk back to Ryder. Never. I'll rather run away and hide. I couldn't even hold his gaze for long without wishing to be six feet down. But those times I've been a fool but now, I'm wiser. I refuse to be his prey again.
"I said get the fuck out of my face" I said loudly this time for the people who had stopped to watch another of our drama. Only that there won't be any today. Sorry, I'm putting a stop to all of those episodes.
"Did you just tell me what to do?" He laughs and I swear my heart just misses a beat but I don't let it appear that I am terrified of him.
"Whatever" I said and started to move past him.
"Not so fast" He pulled me back dropping the ball in his hand and I watched as it bounces then rolls off down the hallway.
A sigh escapes me even as a tremor shoots down my spine. Being so close to him that I almost smell the mint on his breath and his rich ocean scent rattles me in ways I don’t care to admit.
Or experience.
“What do you want, Ryder?”
"Don't you dare say my name? '' he snarled, his jaw tightened and I saw his teeth grit together.
"Then you fucking leave me alone" I shout back completely loosing. I feel the tears pool to my lids and I fight them back resisting the urge to break down. No, I'm not letting him see that side. I'm done being the weeny little girl he orders and tosses around. I'm done playing games with him.
Wait
I just fucking snapped at Ryder.
Shit!
I can hear low murmurs. I am also surprised at my sudden outburst. Whatever came over me must have been good because I didn't realize I could ever get this nerve or summon up courage to talk back at Ryder. Never.
I fixed my gaze at Ryder, the expression on his face… unreadable. I jerked out of his hold not taking it anymore and stride into class. Much to my surprise he didn't hold me back.
Good.
I just started a fire and I'm ready to burn.
I’m late for my next class. Or more like, I’ll be late by about a minute. That’s the reward of being in the girls’ room after everyone’s settled in.I’m running down the hall when an arm wraps around my shoulder. For a second, I freeze, thinking Ryder has returned for revenge. He’s been ignoring me since the morning, but I know more than anyone that if Ryder Saint ignores you, it’s a disaster disguised as a blessing.I release a breath when I inhale and realise it’s not him. He doesn’t smell this strong or feel this hard – not that I know how he feels.And yes, I know how Ryder smells. It’s only because of my ability to connect to my surroundings, remember? "Nice to see you Genie" I smiled up at Chris Morrison. He's one of the few friends who doesn't pick on me. He's cool and has a boyish charm. His jet black hair is slightly curled at the end. He starred on the football and basketball teams and was one of the bestlooking guys in school. "Let me get the door for you" I stepped asid
You two know each other?" It was my mom who spoke next, breaking the awkward silence I seemed to bring with me since my arrival. I realised I was still standing so I took a seat at the extreme, making sure it's not anywhere near Ryder.A lot is going through my head right now. My mom is engaged to Saint James, father of my bully. Do I just open my mouth now and tell mom? Should I make her call off the engagement because of the rifle between me and Ryder. She waited sixteen years after dad and now that she's got a man do I just ruin it.Is life playing a game with me? Why do I have to always be entwined with Ryder? When I thought I have a year to endure more only to be thrown into a family relationship with him."We're in the same English class, Sophia" he said looking at me meaningfully"She just don't talk to me" The last part holds meaning only both of us understand. "Really, Genie?" I can feel her eyes questioning me."I don't talk to most people mom" I muttered not meeting her g
RyderI still can't believe Genie McConnell is going to be my Stepsister. Out of any other girls with tities and a nice ass, it's going to be her. Since when did dad start seeing another woman. Hell, he's never seen anyone since mom left. All however was just a nice pussy to satisfy his urges. But seeing Genie mom with him, I'm pretty sure it must be serious. It's been a week since my dad and Sophia announced their engagement and I'm still fuming. I don't understand why I'm angry. First, why does he have to throw that news at us without any warning. From the horrified look on Genie's face I'm sure it came as a surprise. Secondly, he hasn't been around ever since. I know he has a busy schedule but fuvk, he's settling down in a few months now with a soon to be Stepsister and a wife for Christ sake. I know he came in late last night anyways. Throughout this week, I did something. Haven't done since the first time I set my eyes on her, I let her be. I avoided and stayed clear of her way
I shut my eyes as soon as I opened them. Wtf! Why is it so bright in here? What happened? My room is usually dark. When my eyes finally get used to the light I realised it's not my room after all. Where am I? Like a flash, I recollect the events of yesterday. Our arrival and then at night, a drunk Ryder. The window, my face went in that direction spontaneously and I realised it's still open. Little wonder it's all bright in here. I stared at the ceiling for a while while I listened to the low…. Coming from Ryder's room. He must really love that band. After a while, I decided to get out of bed and put on some clothes as I was done doing this, I heard my door close behind me and I looked up to see the race of the person I so dread. Arrgggh Will I ever get used to seeing his face each day now that we live together? I don't think so. Stepping away from the mirror, "Have you ever heard the word 'privacy' before?" I studied his face, he looks okay, his hair is a little dishevel
He is leaning against the closed door obviously blocking my way out. How did he get in here? I didn't hear him climb the stairs let alone come in. "What are you doing here?" His voice is calm."No..noth…nothing" I stammered and quickly god the camera behind my back but it was too late as he already saw it."Oh!" His eyes widened In recognition as he took in the scene before him "Give it to me" he extended his palms out towards me. I start to bypass him but it's of no use as he had already shut the door. I stood incredibly close to him as I inhaled the smell of freshness from him. I've never been this close to him. Never. It has always been him intimidating me and me running away. But that had stopped. I made that clear weeks ago that he couldn't triumph over my weakness again. Plus, I've already decided that I'll stop being a victim to his unjust war. I tightened my trip around it "No" I said firmly. He can do what he likes all I care. He takes a step closer and I take one back. "
*****I opened my eyes. My hair sticks to the side of my face with sweat.Heat smothers my body and my breasts tighten against the towel.That’s not all.Oh. God.My hand rests between my legs and I’m… wet.I jerk my hand free as if I was caught stealing.I remember last night after an early dinner with mom, dad and Ryder I came in here to study but I ended up falling asleep. heard a muffled sound coming through the wall from Ryder’s bedroom. It must be what woke me up from while at the brink of getting a good orgasm. I listened carefully and It sounded like someone crying in pain, but as I cocked my ear towards it, I realized it was a woman moaning with pleasure.God, he was such a vulgar man-whore. He's watching the blues. Omg. I tried to picture him stroking himself while watching and insert my fingers where it aches me between my legs. The lady starts moaning faster and I follow the Rhythm with my fingers in an effort to finish what I have been dreaming about but my hands don't s
One fact I disagree with is that I'm obsessed with my stepbrother. Ex bully but now my stepbrother. The transition is overwhelming and unbelievable. The guy who I had vowed to hate and get away from. The one who makes me feel insecure of myself. The one whose voice makes my blood boil. Just like the dew disappears with the morning light, all of this magnimonity was replaced with a feeling I can't place my hands on. Ryder is more than I had earlier pictures of him. Of course he is a badass guy who still pisses me off anytime he wants but beneath him is something more. Ryder and I never spoke of the sexual tension between us even though it ran through my mind each time especially the movie we both shared in his room. I was pretty sure it didn’t mean anything to him, that he was just trying to lose me even though the sensations I experienced were the same as if we were in the movie. The past few weeks have been less dramatic. He's been busy with practice so I see less of him at home.
We stare at each other, both of our eyes wide. Like we just woke up from a century's worth of sleep and realizing the change in the world. We were surprised at what just happened. I can't read the expression on Ryder's face. I can't tell if he regrets what just happened or it's just part of what to expect. "I'm just going to leave," I mutter. I stand up and straighten my blouse, stepping away from him. It didn't take me any second before I exited his room, not glancing back to spare him a look. I leaned against my door the moment I'm in my room and closed the door behind me. I stood there blinking for forever and staring into eternity. I placed my hands over my chest to stop my racing heart. There is no logical explanation for what just happened. I just freaking kissed my stepbrother. The guy who weeks ago is the last person I ever wished to come across. The guy who infuriates and makes my blood boil. The guy I seriously wish to get away from. The guy who never dated girls. The guy