Curvaceous - Sara Imes (free ebooks for android .txt) 📗
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I parked my car in an empty parking space near the school’s entrance. The school didn’t start until seven-ten and it was already six thirty, so most of the parking spaces were empty. There were a few other students at the school, though, standing next to their cars, but not many. I reached over and grabbed my book bag and opened my car door. I stepped out of the car and that’s when it- no rather he- happened. I heard a loud rumbling noise, growing louder and louder. Soon, a red Harley Heritage Softail (and yes I know my motorcycles) pulled into a parking space a few spaces down from where I was parked. I watched as the boy swung a long leg over the bike. Once the boy was off the bike, he reached his arms up to take off his helmet. In those moments, it felt like I was waiting a lifetime to see the boys face. My heart was beating fast and my mouth was dry.
In slow motion, the boy took his helmet off and when he did, my legs went to jelly and I had to lean up against my car for support. He was..he was hot! After removing his helmet, the boy shook his raven black shoulder length hair, making it look even messier if that was even possible. His skin was the color of melted gold. He had a strong stubborn jaw, an oval-ish face with a small narrow nose. Even from where I was standing I could tell that he had long thick eyelashes and full red lips and dangerous round hazel eyes.
As my eyes made their descent, practically drinking him in, I noticed that he was wearing a black leather jacket, and under that, a black t-shirt that showed off the hard muscles underneath. As my eyes continued to travel down, I saw that he was wearing jeans that hung loosely off his hips. The boy was about 6’1. Involuntarily, I licked my lips and looked up and stopped dead. The guy was staring directly at me. Oh great, I thought. Now he thinks you're a huge creep. But he wasn’t grossed out, at least he didn’t look grossed out, instead, he was staring intensely at me. His hazel eyes looked glazed over slightly and his lips were parted.
I stared back at him, unable to look away, then I noticed movement from the motorcycle. It was a girl. And she was beautiful. How come I'm just now noticing her? Oh yeah. I was checking out the guy. The girl must have said something because the guy stopped staring at me and turned his hazel eyes to the girl getting off the bike. He helped her off and my heart sank. Of course, he has a girlfriend. Why wouldn't he?
The girl was just as stunning as her boyfriend. She had long black hair, her tips dyed red. She had silky ivory skin and a small plump face, a small cute button nose, and round clear blue eyes that sparkled like the ocean itself and was laced with black eyeliner, and an hourglass form. Flawless. Perfect. In the back of my head, I heard Emma’s voice say, “Everything you aren’t”. I shoved Emma’s voice, (The Demon as I liked to call it), to the back of my mind.
Now in a bad mood, I pulled my bookbag more onto my shoulder and start to walk into the school. Daring one more look over at the boy and his girlfriend, I noticed that he was still staring at me, completely ignoring his girlfriend, who was talking and motioning with her hands. I stopped walking, caught in the guy's stare again, and finally realizing that her boyfriend wasn’t paying her any attention, she turned and looked at him. The girl followed his eyes and then found me. Oh no. Wait. What? Is she smiling? I tore my gaze away from the couple and started walking, nearly running, for the school.
Now there were more students arriving, some sitting on the steps and talking, and others heading inside to get breakfast. My stomach rumbled at the mention of breakfast, but I ignored it. Instead, I took out my schedule and walked up the stairs to where the Senior classes were being held. There was no one in the Senior’s hallway, so I went and found my locker number. I opened my locker and placed my bookbag inside, taking out my notebook and some pencils for my first block, Honors English 3. I closed my locker and took my own lock out and securely locked it in place in my locker. I closed and squealed loudly. There was a boy leaning up against the locker next to mine. Wait. No. My heart squeezed as I realized who the boy was. It was him. The boy from the motorcycle. He had his arms crossed over his broad chest. Up close, they looked even better. I shook myself internally and reminded myself that he had a girlfriend. I forced my eyes away from his chest and looked into his eyes, which was an even worse idea. His hazel eyes were more gold than brown and green. They drew me in and held me there. He was so beautiful, and dangerous, like a lion hunting for his prey. Since I couldn't look at his face or his body without being entranced, I decided to look at the wall, the lockers, the floor, anything, but him. Then he spoke. His voice was deep, but sounded smooth and silky, too.
“Hi.”
I licked my dry lips and smiled. “Hi.”
I winced at the sound of my voice, it sounded like I was dying of dehydration. But, to my surprise and luck, he didn’t notice.
“I'm Ryder. Ryder Williams.”, Ryder held out a hand to me.
Oh. The name even sounded hot. And bad. A good name for a bad boy.
“Carsyn. Carsyn Brooks. Nice to meet you.”, I took his hand and shook it. But when we finished shaking hands, he didn’t drop my hand, he kept holding it.
I looked up at him, and again, realized he had a girlfriend. Why was I always forgetting that very important detail, I have no idea? I took my hand from his, reluctantly, and looked up and down the still empty hallway.
“So, um, where's your girlfriend?”. I choked on the last word. Ryder looked at me with his beautiful and dangerous eyes, a confused look in them.
“What are you talking about?”
Oh great. He’s one of those guys. The players. I scowled, which caught him by surprise. “The girl who got off the bike. That girlfriend.”
Ryder's face transformed. First, he still had that confused look on his face, then he seemed to register what I said, then he smiled, a smile that warmed my entire body, and then he was laughing. What was so funny?
“You think Scarlett is my girlfriend?”, Ryder choked out, still laughing.
“Yeah. Well..isn’t she?”. Hope rose in my chest.
Ryder stopped laughing, his face going all serious. I had crane my neck just to look him in the eyes.
“No. Scarlett isn’t my girlfriend. She’s a childhood friend, were very close.”
Oh was the only response I could give as my cheeks started to grow hot. Ryder, of course, noticed and smiled, then he saw my schedule in my hands. He took it without asking and read it, a smile that reached his eyes spread across his face and into his eyes.
“I'm a senior too and we share first, third and fourth block. Which is Math 4 and P.E.” Ryder handed me back my schedule and held out his arm.
“Shall I escort you to class, M’lady?”, Ryder did a terrible British accent and I giggled.
“Yes sir, you shall.” I wrapped my arm around his and smiled. I thought maybe, just maybe, the school year wouldn't be so bad after all.
The Populars
The Populars
After Ryder showed me around the Seniors Hall before Advanced History and then showed me where my second block class would be, we meet up in the hallway for A lunch. As I walked up to him, he flashed me a sparkling smile that made my stomach flop. “Well hello there.”, Ryder said. “Hey.” I smiled up at him as we started our trek to the cafeteria. “So, how was your first class at at a new school?”, Ryder asked as he lifted a black eyebrow.
“It was pretty good. There was this girl who said she liked my shirt.” Ryder nodded and looked down to read the band's name on my shirt. “Ah, Of Mice & Men that ba-” I cut Ryder off as I stopped abruptly in the hallway. Ryder stopped with me and looked down at me with a perplexed expression on his face.
“What's wrong?” Ryder asked. I turned toward Ryder, purposely putting my back to who I hoped didn't look over and see me. In a hurried whisper I said, “Is there another way to the cafeteria?” Ryder quirked an eyebrow up, and then looked behind me. Smiling softly, he turned me around and slung his muscular arm over my shoulders, pulling me close to his side. The move made my stomach do a small flip, but when he walked us closer to what I was clearly trying to avoid, my nerves shot up tenfold.
As we walked, Ryder leaned down in my ear and whispered, “Relax. There's nothing to be afraid of.” Yeah that's what you think, but you haven't met my sister, I thought bitterly as we were in plain sight of the group where my sister was huddled in, talking with three girls, two of the girls looked similar, twins maybe?, and two other guys. Both had brown hair, but one of the guys was black with long dreads to his shoulders, while the other boy was white and had thick brown hair. Thankfully Emma had her back to us, but the guy was facing toward us, and when he saw us, well more like Ryder, his face scrunched up like something smelled bad and tapped the non-twin girl on the shoulder, pointing our way.
The non-twin girl looked over Emma's shoulder and at the sight of Ryder, her face scrunched up unattractively too. I looked up at Ryder, but he strode forward, a smirk on his full lips. Wondering who they were targeting their hatefulness towards, Emma turned around and her dark blue eyes locked on me. A hateful smirk touched her perfect lips as we were stopped by the guy with brown hair, him stepping in our way as we tried to walk past.
“Hello there Ryder.”, the guy said. Ryder smiled
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