DAWNMy heart is thumping against my chest as I stare at him, he's staring right back at me, and everything else feels so small. I can feel the heat rising up around my cheeks, and I have no idea why. Maybe for the fact that he seems to be only staring at me or maybe for the fact that, I can't seem to take my eyes away from him either.What the hell is he doing here? Why the hell is he here? God! I hope he isn't here for what I think he is. He couldn't possibly be here for me, could he?There's no way in hell that's possible, why the hell would he be here for me but again, I don't think there's any other reason for him to be here, and he did say it yesterday that the discussion isn't over.*Oh em gee. I can't believe it's Ryder, Ryder Smith is fucking here! Right in our school, like what the fuck is he doing here? I don't even care, and I can't stop staring at him.The girls around me squeals, and

     DAWN.It's only only when his soothings words keeps on coming, and his fingers drawls small circles around my back in an attempt to calm me down that I realize what I'm doing and almost as if a force acts against me, I move away from him as fast as possible. Furiously rubbing my thumb against my cheek, drying off my tears.Why the hell did I do that? Why the hell did I allow myself to become a sobbing mess in front of him and seem like a pathetic little girl, even though I know I am. I don't want to ever let anyone see me like that. Like this.Why the hell did I allow myself to seek solace from the one person who's the cause of my never ending pain and living nightmares."Are you okay?"He asks again, his voice softer than it has ever been, and my head snaps up to him as I glare at him through my eyes."Stay the fuck away from me!"I hiss, my heart thumping hard against my heart

 DAWNMy heart is throbbing against my chest with each second that ticks by with him confining me with his body, and his eyes on me, not diverting it away for even a second.“Will you like me to show you?”He mumbles again, and I wriggle my head which for some odd reasons he thinks its funny because he chuckles.“Why cupcake? You don't want me between your thighs like the last time? I can still remember the way you pleaded for it…”My stomach tightens, and I have no idea how I'm feeling right now.Actually I do, and it's hitting the asshole in front of me, and at the same time I can't stop my body from responding to his words.“I can still remember the way you held me so tighter to pull me closer to you like I was going to let go, I can remember the way you whimpered beneath me, and the way you had begged for more. For me to go deeper and drive you higher to your climax. I can remember the way

 DAWNI wince slightly as the bright ray from the sun shines against my skin, hitting my eyes, and I let out a sigh before rolling to the other side of the bed. My eyes opening slowly on their own though I wish that they don't have to.I stare at the blank space in front of me as the memories of last night comes crashing down, memories of me walking out of school with my friends, me setting my eyes on Ryder, me leaving school with Ryder, me reading every single damn insult that every one of them seem to have piled up for me, been an emotional bitch in front of Ryder which I wish didn't have to happen before his eyes, Ryder bringing up the request once again, me finally accepting after realizing what he wanted it for, and then here I am, in the bed and in a room that I have no idea whom has been here before.After Ryder left last night which I'm glad happened because I finally had my own peace of mind, and my own privacy though

      DAWN. "I'm sorry that had to happen. Are you sure you're alright though?"Ryder asks for the uncount time ever since he arrives back inside the room to meet me sitting alone, almost at the verge of tears he says even though I know that I was nowhere near crying. He only said that for a reason that I don't know. "For the last time Ryder, you don't have to keep saying sorry over and over again. I'm fine and what the hell happened to your ego? I think it's bruised or something cause I can't even count the number of times you have said sorry to me this morning alone. "I smirk at him, crossing my arms against my chest as I stare into his eyes, and he cracks, shaking his head at me. "Oh shut up kid. I'm only trying to be a gentleman, and trust me that I'm so not good at it, I can feel my body rejecting it. " "That's because you're a fucking asshole and don't call me kid.