‡ They call me Ryan Dakobi ‡
ҲҲҲ I'm here to have fun ҳҳҳ
ҲҲҲ and live a life with no ҳҳҳ
ҲҲҲ regrets... ҳҳҳ
Because, really... What's the point of living a life with no fun?
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Ryan was staring up at the ceiling, just letting the wheels in his head turn. Alise just didn’t want to allow him to win, that was the bottom line. First she kissed him to make sure he wouldn’t be able to stop the other two girls while they ran out of the room. It never occurred to him that might have been an act of love or romance type s**t like that. He didn’t believe she was actually in any way attracted to him. So far he had only acted like a jerk toward her, how could she possibly like him?
After that she purposely acted like she was deaf just so she could have an excuse to ignore what he said to her and not give him the fun reaction that he was trying to get from her. Then after he was done trying to get her to react and Lukas took over, then she gave a fun reaction; when he didn’t want one. And part of her deaf act was doing the damn sign language, which got him pretty angry, and she knew it.
The reasons for not liking her or attempting to help her were stacking up. She bit him as a feeble attempt of trying to protect herself, and then afterward she made up for it by wrapping his wounds… Such a confusing b***h… It would be better if they both acted like they hated each other; that would be simple. Instead she tried to manipulate his heartstrings and try to convince him that she really liked him. Just as a way to save her own skin. Love was not a thing to be messed with. Ryan did not even want to consider that he might actually have feelings for her; that would screw up all the fun he planned on having.
Sighing, Ryan could only add to the list of why he did not owe her any kindness. After he fell asleep and she tied him up, she took both of his knives. Not only did that make her slightly dangerous, but it meant that he would somehow have to get them back. Who knew where she could’ve hidden them? Propping up his head he shifted into a more comfortable position, letting the same tiredness from earlier take him over.
Ryan was sitting at his desk, staring at the clock that seemed to move at the speed of an elderly slug. The teacher was droning on about something or other and none of the other students were listening. Last class of the day and everyone wanted nothing more than to get on the bus and go home. Out of pure boredom he was lazily formulating a prank that would speed up the schools clock at certain times so the school day would be drastically shortened. Yawning, he took a glance around the room. He was almost positive that this was English class, something he had sort of accidently failed last year and was retaking with the juniors. He didn’t know any of them, and they all looked like normal, stereotypical kids who would graduate and become cubicle minions. Running in an endless, futile rat race until they got old and died. Boring.
Rolling his eyes, one person suddenly caught his attention. She was sitting in the far left corner, and seemed to be trying to listen to the teacher. Her hair was dyed a loud electric blue, which was weird because she seemed like a quiet kind of person. Good, quiet people always had something to hide. Someone interesting in a sea of mediocrity. Interesting. From that day on he started to look around the halls to see if they crossed paths, and he actually started looking forward to English class just so he could see her around. He never actually spoke to her, but he figured out enough by just watching her. Sometime later was when the kidnapping plan came about with these other guys who had their eyes on girls. Kidnapping sounded fun, and since he was still thinking about her, he decided she would be his victim. That was pretty much why she was the one.
Abruptly coming back to reality he let out a long yawn. He hadn’t been napping for all too long. Lukas was probably just about finished carving his name in her flesh, since his name was only five letters, and he wouldn’t need to take the whole half an hour. Stretching his arms, he wondered why he had such a uninteresting dream. ‘Oh. My brain must’ve processed what Alise screamed in my ear earlier. Must’ve been something like ‘Why me? Why does it have to be me?’ Heh, well I ain’t telling her that story anytime soon.’
Now that he had a rest and summed up all the things to hold a grudge over, he was all set. Getting to his feet Ryan went to the room with the video camera feed to check up on how they were doing. His eyes widened at the red ‘ink’ that covered her arm. Lukas’ name was now part of her skin, and would probably leave a nice scar too. Damn, that guy was smart. It seemed like they were just talking, which was alright. He didn’t want to randomly come in to just stand around awkwardly. He couldn’t do anything to help her either; it was strategically good to let the other kidnapped girls see what trying to escape caused.
((Out Of Caramels- Fluffylicious fluff post. Ryan doesn't really do anything, so you don't have to read it))