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Chapter 13
Ryan’s POV
I was sitting on the window sill in the hall waiting for Sunny to come out of her Literature class, skipping through my iPod when I heard a coughing sound in front of me.
“Hi, Brendon.” I said expressionless.
“Hey, Ry. What’s up?” He said smiling brightly. He had been like this lately, trying to get us talking again. It was a nice attempt and I wasn’t that much of an asshole, after all it had been over 6 months already.
“Not much, just waiting for Sunny to get some lunch.” I said pointing to the closed door in front of us.
“Great. How’s she doing? You’re both okay now?” Yes, he knew about the fight. Is not like I could tell anyone else what happened. Brendon was the only one who knew the whole story, or at least enough for me to tell him.
“Yup, all clear and fixed now.” I couldn’t help the little smile in my lips. I had her back, and that’s all that mattered.
“That’s good.” He said with another one of his oh-so-charming smiles. “So, um… there’s a party this Saturday…” Brendon started talking at the same time the door opened and students fled out, so he stopped. I jumped off the window sill when I spotted Sunny coming out of the classroom with the tallest and thinnest boy I had ever seen. Who was also really hot. I smiled at her when we made eye contact and she waved her friend bye.
“Hey you.” We said at the same time and giggled. “And Brendon…” She added with a little scorn. Brendon nodded at her sheepishly, I’m sure he hadn’t forgotten her knee on his crotch.
“So, Saturday?” I asked, trying to dismiss him soon.
“Uum, yeah, on the club. Nothing big, but if you guys wanna go…” He smiled yet again as I nodded. “I guess I’ll see you around then.” A grin and he was out, skipping down the hall in his Brendon way.
Sunny raised an eyebrow. “When did [i]that[/i] happen?” She asked me while we walked to the cafeteria.
“A couple of months ago, after he caught Regina getting fucked by no other than Mike Carden.”
“Wait. Mike Carden as in Mike Carden, our high school quarterback who used to shove you and Brendon inside the lockers?”
“And write fag over our faces. The one and only.” We both chuckled at the thought while getting something to eat. “I guess his pride was really hurt. But is not like I’m coming back to him at the snap of his fingers, he’s still an asshole and he deserves it.” Sunny giggled as we settled down by the tables outside. “Now tell me…” I said with a smirk. “Who was that cute and freakishly tall guy you were in class with?”
“Who?” Sunny said looking down at her chicken salad. “William?”
“So cutie has a name. Is he gay?” I said without repressing the grin. Sunny smirked and looked over my shoulder behind me.
“Ask him yourself.” She smiled again. “Hey, wanna sit with us?” And her eyes shone. My mouth went momentarily dry, not so sure if it was for cutie being behind me or Sunny smiling like that to him.
“Hey, thanks. I still feel a little weird, you know? All my old classmates are gone now.”
“No prob.” She said with another side smile as he sat beside her. “This is my friend Ryan.”
“William.” He said and we shook hands.
Then we started chatting about life, college, him dropping out for a year and being back, all kinds of stuff. I learned that he was from Chicago, was as straight as Brendon’s hair, had a stuttering problem and made Sunny giggle like a school girl on crack. I felt slowly pushed out of the conversation, unconsciously from both parts, but still. And I had a bad feeling about it. I just got my best-friend-forever back! I’m not ready to lose her all over again!
…Okay, maybe I’m just over reacting.
That afternoon, after class, I whined long enough for Sunny to make me pancakes. As she mixed in a bowl I sat on the counter and watched her hum and smile and occasionally giggle.
“You so have a crush.” I deadpanned. She didn’t even hear me. “Sun!” I said chuckling and hitting the counter.
“What?” She said with a dreamy face.
“Oh my… you have a tremendous crush!” I giggled and watched her blush.
“What are you ranting on, Ross?” Sunny hid her reddened cheeks behind her hair, focusing on the mix.
“You having a crush on Cutie? You know… Tall, thin, great hair… Nice hands too.”
“I have no idea what are you talking about.” She played dumb and started frying.
“Hell, you don’t!” And I started singing. “Sunny and William, sitting on a tree…” I jumped down from the counter and started dancing around her. “K-I-S-S-I-N-G…”
“Oh my God, shut the fuck up!” She giggled. “I met the guy 3 days ago! Give me at least a few weeks before you start singing that. And add a verse about you spying on me behind said tree while you’re at it…”
I gasped loudly. “Of COURSE I’d be watching.” We both giggled and I wrapped my arms around her waist. “Just to make sure he doesn’t steal you all the way back to Chicago.”
Sunny dropped the pan and looked at me. “No one will steal me from you, Ryan. Even if they take me to China!” I looked at her and smiled.
“Promise?”
“Pinky promise.”
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