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POV: Fiona
I watched him drive away. Why on earth was bad boy Ryan Sanders being so nice to me? I'm just a nerd girl. And he's so, cute and bad. I thought. Oh stop it now, Fiona. He is going nowhere in life. You’re not allowed to think of him like that. I told myself. "Fiona, get in the house!" my brother John called from the front door. I hurried inside. "Who the hell was that?" he asked. "Ryan Sanders." I said dropping my bag. "Ryan Sanders? Stay away from him." he told me. I faced him. "What?" I said. "Stay away from Ryan Sanders, Fiona." he said sternly. "I can hang out with whomever I want, John." I said stomping away. I sat in my room. After a while I took a shower. When I came out my iPhone dinged. I check it and saw it was Facebook. I opened the app and read the notification. RYAN SANDERS SENT YOU A MESSAGE. Oh god. I opened the message. 'Hey Fiona MacFall.' I rolled my eyes. 'Hello Ryan.' I replied. My phone dinged again. 'What are you up to?' he asked.
'In bed.'
'Sounds sexy ;)'
'No.'
'Don’t be so cold.'
'I'm not'
'You are'
'No, Ryan, I'm not!'
'Ohhh. Anyway. I'll see you tomorrow ;)'
'Quit winking at me!'
'You love it.'
'I hate it.'
'You love me.'
'Right Now, I hate you.'
'Oh Fiona. Tsk Tsk Tsk. you'll come around like the rest ;)'
'I won’t.'
'See you in the morning. Don't forget that I'm driving you ;)'
'Good bye, Ryan.'
'Don’t dream about me to much' he said and I didn't reply to it. I shook my head and set my alarm. Tomorrow morning I had to see Ryan Sanders almost first thing.
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POV: Ryan
She hasn't replied for fifteen minutes. What the fuck? I thought. Wait, why are you tripping. It's just Fiona MacFall. The helpless, smart, adorable- wait. You did it again Ryan. I said hitting my wall. If she's JUST Fiona MacFall, why can't I get her out of my head?
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This chapter is sooo super short. Sorry!
-Liz