Riley
"We have a problem," Paris said as he and I sat next to each other in Biology.
My week was going great. First the police haven't ruled out murder for my friend's death, and then I found there was a guy in a masquerade mask stalking me, and he was giving me a weird feeling in my belly that I hated, and now the teachers were miraculously putting us both together.
Great, right?
"We have a problem," Paris repeated when I didn't answer.
"Let me guess," I responded back while taking notes, "you caused it?"
He was silent, but I felt him glaring at me.
"Would shooting you fix this problem?" I asked him. "No? Then leave me alone."
His eyes raked me head-to-toe, but he still said, "Meet me outside during lunch."
Lunch? That was after this class, and I had no classes after that. I usually just went home after hanging with Ryan and Claire.
"No," I responded.
"You have to," he stated.
"No," I responded harshly, "I don't. I'm my own independent person and you don't control me, Paris."
"Riley," the teacher said when I felt Paris glaring at me again. "Are you paying attention?"
"Yep," I said. "Paris and I are having a conversation about how squids spray ink at other animals to catch them off guard and then eat them in their most vulnerable moment."
Paris rolled his eyes at the metaphor I used, and also the reason that it wasn't factually correct.
"Uh," the teacher responded, "okay. I guess we're talking about squids, yeah. But we aren't on the whole 'what they eat' thing yet."
And she continued talking to the class.
"Riley," Paris said in a lower tone; probably so we wouldn't get caught again.
"Paris," I said sharply, still taking notes.
"You need to listen to me," he said.
"Or what?" I countered. "You'd kill me? Let me finish my Algebra homework first so at least that's complete."
"I'm not going to kill you," he said.
I never responded.
"Riley," he pressed.
"I'm busy."
"Can you listen to me for one second?" he snapped.
"Nope," I said back, "I'm physically incapable."
He sighed, shaking his head. "Riley."
I was silent.
"Riley."
A sudden irritation washed through me like fire and I snapped my head to him, hissing through gritted teeth, "What?"
"Meet me outside at lunch," he repeated, "got it? And fix that tone or I'll teach you to fix it."
"Fine," I said despite his threat, "now let me work."
He smiled in satisfaction.
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Hey lovelies! This was a short and sweet chapter, but you'll figure out why Paris was so insistent on meeting with Riley in the next!117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCcJkiQhtLK
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