- Bry

"Hold onto your best friend because I bet in an entire lifetime, you won't ever meet anyone else like them."

~Iliketoquote

The drive to school was unusually quiet. I glanced over at Michael before looking back out the window. Something was nagging in the back of my mind, but I couldn't place it.

Shaking my head, I realized we had arrived at school. Michael parked the car and walked around to my side. "Miss," he said in a horrible British accent, opening my door. I laughed and decided to play along. "Thank you, O kind sir." He winked and followed me inside our school, where there was a commotion taking place.

Not bothering to look, I headed straight for my locker and started to pack my belongings inside of it. My schedule was hanging on my door, and I knew that I had Health as my first class. I wasn't a big fan of this subject, or any to be honest.

I've been holding a grudge against my school ever since I've stepped inside it.

There were shouts and groans of pain and I realized that it was most likely one of the bullies in our school. There was just something about it that pissed me off, which caused my legs to start moving forward towards the scene.

Looking, I realized that it was none other than Ryder Steele. He was known as the typical "bad boy" of our school, but I think he's hiding more than he's showing.

Curse my dirty-ass mind.

I stupidly stepped into the middle of the fight, thinking I could stop it, but I was wrong. Someone delivered a blow straight to my face, causing me to yell out in agony. Many people were laughing at my stupid attempt, and I covered my face embarrassingly. I was about to leave the room when someone caught my hand and removed it from my face.

I flinched at the movement, a few tears leaking out of my eyes. Warm hands brushed my tears away softly, and I was met with a pair of beautiful green eyes. "What's a pretty girl like you doing here in a fight?" he asked. The sound of that voice was deep and husky, making me shiver, and by the smirk, Ryder Steele flashed me, he knew that he had the same effect on me like everyone else.

"Move the fuck away from her, bitch," Michael snarled, wrapping an arm around my waist. I instantly leaned against him, seeping the warmth radiating off of his body. This was a normal thing for us. I met Michael in grade 3, and we became friends. He then told me he was gay and asked me to keep it a secret as his parents never knew.

I told him that I promised on my life I wouldn't say a word, and to this day, I haven't.

"And who the hell might you be?" Ryder growled, his eyes flashing dangerously. Michael smirked. "Well, Einstein, my name is Michael, and the last time I checked, I was a boy with blonde hair, blue ey-" Ryder rolled his eyes and turned to me.

"Are you ok?" he asked softly. I nodded, but I winced in pain at the bruise already forming on my face. He brushed his hand against my cheek in a soothing manner. I realized that everyone's eyes were on us, which caused me to blush.

I hated being the center of attention. As if sensing my discomfort, Michael wrapped an arm around my shoulder and walked away. "Thanks," I whispered. He peered down at me and smiled, nodding.

"Did you see the way he was looking at you Bry?!" Michael yelled, acting very different from a few seconds ago. I scrunched my face up in confusion and shook my head. "He looked like he wanted to eat you up-"

"MICHAEL!" I yelled, ducking my head in embarrassment. He smirked and ruffled my hair, causing me to glare at him. This guy just messed up my hair. This guy-

"Calm your titties down, Bry," he said playfully. I smacked his arm and he winced, rubbing his bicep. "Uh... ouch!" he said, weather loudly.

I flashed him the middle finger before running away, hearing the unmistakable sound of his heavy footsteps behind me.

And that was when two large hands grabbed my waist and pulled me into the janitor's closet.