forum Romance one on one of some kind? (Closed)

Started April 08, 2019 by @gracehustle

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(Time Skip: Monday morning at school)

The students were abuzz with the news: A new transfer student. Rumors were already flying around that it was one of the bad boy players of their rival school. That he was transferring because he got into a fight and was expelled from his old school. That he had slept with every girl and wanted something new.

No one knew his name, however.

Some were throwing around the pretty boy blonde Wayde Hendrickson–captain of the Blue River football team. Others said the dark and brooding Avery Wilcox. A select few suggested Zachary Cole–the top bad boy that got into fights every two seconds.

No one had a clue that it was Rhydar. And he smiled to himself as he blended into the crowd and searched for Jynna, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his face.

When Monday rolled around and Jynna heard the rumors she immediately did her best to dismiss them, knowing the identity of whoever it was would be found out. This school did have its ways with learning every little detail about anything. The rumors she was more worried about were the ones about Will. The little snippets of conversation she had heard on campus had suggested something big was going to happen this week, but even the rumors didn't seem to say anything about wether what was going to happen was good or bad.

The campus was surprisingly crowded today she decided as she did her best to push through the small groups of people talking in the grassy area between the main buildings so she wasn't late for class. Having a American History class early in the morning meant she was usually running behind, and today was one of the days she was running behind. A giant thermos of coffee and a hastily thrown together outfit was her attire, complete with a set of headphones over her ears which were blaring music as she took a short break from pushing through the crowds in the center of the green space.

Hands clamped around her eyes as lips hovered next to her ear; the brush of cool metal against her skin. "Boo," a male voice whispered.

She froze for a moment before realizing who it was and calming down. "Rhydar?" She paused her music and a small but confused smile appeared on her face, "What are you doing here? Don't you have school?"

He slipped his hands off of her eyes and shoved them in his hoodie pocket. "I am at school," he said, a smile working its way up his lips.

"You don't go here though..unless…" Jynna's smile grew, "Wait, are you the transfer student everyone's been talking about?" Her class was going to start in a few minutes but she ignored that fact, talking to Rhydar was more fun than class anyway.

"Mmmmmmhhhmmm." He grinned at her. "Filled out the paperwork a few days before we met. It's fun hearing who everyone thinks I am–while I'm standing next to them and they have no clue."

She laughed lightly and nodded, "That would be fun, I've heard a few different guesses of who's the transfer, but non of them were even close to you in any way." Taking a sip of her coffee she looked him over, "I like your outfit by the way, it's cool."

"It's comfy," he corrected matter-of-factly. It was just a hoodie and jeans that he threw on hastily. "And you look great as always." First day of a new school, and he was talking to a girl instead of going to class. Not a bad way to spend his time, actually. He quirked this pierced brow. "Shouldn't you be getting to class?"

"I should be, but I'm talking to you." Checking her phone to see the time, she cursed, "My class is starting in two minutes, I gotta go, what class do you have?" She looked over at the oldest of the buildings on campus -where the history and more of the random classes were held- then at the people in the way to get to her class, "Well, I'm not getting through that quickly, I can be late, I don't care."

"American History," he said, following her gaze. "If I recall correctly, it's across that sea of people. I'm going to take a wild guess and say that that's where you're going too?" He smirked at her last statement. "Well, my assumption that you are a goody-two-shoes has been proven incorrect."

She nodded and then rolled her eyes, "That's where I'm going yes, ans I can be a goody two shoes, but times like right now, I could care less." Jynna shrugged, "If I'm going to be late I might as well be super late, unless you need to get there on time for some strange reason."

He shrugged. "I'd rather skip if I'm being honest." He winked at her. "And if I'm skippin' with you, all the better." He hated history. It was so boring. He couldn't care less when some old dude signed a paper saying 'You shall not drink–but I can! Shut up, I'm boss here!'

"We can skip, I'm down for it." A small grin appeared on her face and she looked around, "Now we just need to find something fun to do." History was actually pretty interesting to her but every so often skipping a class was fun, and her brain got a break from memorizing the names of old people and what they did.

He stepped closer to her as people shoved through. "Well. I just got here, so I don't know if there's anything fun to do on campus. Besides the obvious, of course." A Cheshire grin on his face at the insinuation.

She blushed slightly and looked at the buildings, not responding but not completely dismissing the idea as she looked for something they could do. The buildings didn't give her any ideas, she used to be able to sneak to the tops of several of them and look around, but now they had cameras up there, and she didn't want to get expelled for climbing to the top of a building.

"Hmm," he looked around as well. The crowd was slowly trickling away until they were practically alone. "How about I treat you to some ice cream? As a thank you for lunch?" He looked down at her, not backing away despite having the room to do so. He was still trying to figure her out–how she fit into his life. But he would be kidding himself if he denied liking the close proximity.

"Ice cream sounds good," She said, looking up at him with a small grin, "Though I can pay for my own, lunch before was on me." Jynna took another sip of coffee and didn't bother taking a step away either, really debating if she should kiss him again before they went to get ice cream.

He shook his head. "Nope. Ice cream's on me today." Then his mischievous grin was back. "How do you fare with motorcycles?" Just thinking about having her arms wrapped around him made him more than eager to have her come along. He licked his lip ring again, eyes studying her some more. She really is pretty–no, beautiful. She doesn't deserve to be played by someone like me… I should back off before things go too far.

But I just can't seem to leave.

Thinking for a minute she shrugged, "I'm ok with them, just don't expect me to keep my language to myself if there's any crazy turns or anything like that." The grin grew slightly and she took a half step away, looking around, "Where's this motorcycle anyway?"

He laughed and slung an arm over her shoulders to turn her around, heading towards the campus entrance. "Wouldn't expect anything less." He jerked his head over to a relatively empty area of the campus parking lot. "It's over here."

"Where is this ice cream place anyway?" She asked, following his directions towards the emptier part of the parking lot. His arm around her shoulders was actually quite nice and for some reason she felt a light blush settle into her face, which confused herself even. The thought of riding on a motorcycle excited her and the grin from before reappeared again.

"You'll see," he smiled down at her. Not many people knew about the ice cream shop he was going to take her to. But he had found it and instantly fell in love with the food and the place itself. It was situated in a secluded area right next to the lake that fed into the lake that his old school was named after. The people there were so nice and treated you like family. It was probably his favorite place to be, since he sometimes went there to just sit next to the lake or talk to the owners.

Jynna glanced up at him and raised an eyebrow, a light smile on her face that showed she wasn't too worried about him taking her someplace other than where he said, "How can I be sure it's an ice cream place then and not an abandoned warehouse?" She looked around the part of the parking lot they were at and pointed to a motorcycle a few parking spaces away, "That yours?"

He chuckled. "Princess, if I wanted to take you to an abandoned warehouse, I wouldn't hype myself up for ice cream. And yeah, that's mine." He led her over to it, then removed his arm from her shoulders as he walked up to it. He swung a leg over and settled on the motorcycle, then reached back into a hidden compartment behind the seat to pull out a helmet. "Here."

"Thanks," She took the helmet and put it on before matching what he did and swinging a leg over. After settling onto the seat behind him, she wrapped her arms around him, ready to go with a excited smile on her face, "I'm ready to go Rhydar, and I'm trusting you to not kill me in an accident."

He laughed and started the motorcycle. "I must say that I'd advise against putting your trust in me." He ignored the sparks he felt when she wrapped her arms around him, busying himself with pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road. The wind ripped through his hair and tore at his clothes.