Chapter 1
Rylie:
First day of college. No big deal, I could handle this. Of course I could, and I would do so with the utmost dignity. Or, at least that's what I told myself as I entered the building. Except, it was always a big deal. I didn't mind the whole "being on my own" thing, so much as I minded being lonely. Which was a completely irrational fear. There wasn't even a reason for it. No mom walked out on me and made me feel worthless, no best friend who moved away leaving me by myself and friendless, and definitely no random accident where all my family died and I was tossed around from foster home to foster home. I actually had a pretty good up bringing. My mom and dad had a wonderful marriage in which they were still in, and Ihad a great sister who just started a new teaching job.
So why was being forgotten my biggest fear?
I walked up to the doors, or tried to do so. Seeing as it was the first day of school though, Iwas struggling to not get lifted up off my feet every time Ichanged angles. I was already minuscule, but to top it all off, I was most likely going to be one of the youngest ones. I'd finished my freshman and sophomore years of college in my first year, so I was younger than everyone else ever since. I was just as smart, if not smarter at times, that didn't make life any easier. Now here I was, at the age of only 19 starting my third year of college, at least credit-wise.
I wasn't actually sure why there were so many people about. Sure, it was the first day of orientation week, but none-the-less I' d never seen it this bad. I saw my friend, Tab, who was easy to find in any crowd seeing as she stood over five foot ten. Oh, and her favorite color was anything neon. I’m not actually sure where she gets her clothes, but basically her whole wardrobe is brightly colored. Tab was next to Zach, who happened to be my other best friend,who was not as easy to spot since he was only my height, but he did have bright red hair with blonde highlights. He wasn't young though, he just happened to be really short. I loved both of them, however, they hated each other. They tolerated each other for my sake, but alone-beware...the ripping of heads will commence.
I walked up to Tab and started to examine her outfit. She had a cool neon green off-the-shoulder top that said “Love Me” on it, with a hot pink tank top under, and bright blue skinny jeans to complete the look. I didn’t even have to look down to know she had on her signature blue converse with pink shoestrings.
Where Tab looked like she wasn’t out of high school yet, Zach looked like he could run a funeral home. He always wore black, and it is a very rare occasion when you see him in jeans or shorts. He liked to wear black sweats everyday coupled with a dark t-shirt. Yet his bright hair drew everyone’s attention.
When I was done assessing them, I asked, “What's up with all the people?“
“Didn't you hear?“ Tab asked. “There's a new junior.“
“But there's always new people?“
“Yeah, but do all new kids come from show biz?“
“Who is it? Would I know him?“
Tab nodded her head and her smile turned mischievous. “I'm quite certain you know him. In fact, I think you drew a picture of his face and hung it on your ceiling.“
My jaw dropped so low, I thought I felt the gravel of the pavement against my chin.
“Look, now she's in shock. Great job Tab,“ Zach said.
“No fighting,“ Ireminded, “You aren't joking? Rye Bennett-the Rye Bennett- is going to our school.“ She just nodded her head and kept smiling at my no doubt dumbstruck expression.
Rye Bennett had been the star of a famous T.V. show that I had loved when I was younger. Relating to the picture I had drawn of his face, I could honestly admit I was a pretty good artist-when I had a good subject. I'd been bored and saw the poster of him and decided to start drawing. It was one of my best sketches and I was proud of it. That was why it hung on my ceiling. And now, according to my best friend, he was going to my school.
“Calm down, Rylie. It'll be okay.“ Zach continued his calming chant.
“You know, I don't think you're really helping that much,“ Tab called.
“Its better than what you're doing, nothing,“ Zach countered.
Though I was still in a state of mental panic, I said, “Stop bickering.“ Zach and Tab both looked at me, and nodded their head.
“Let's just get to class,“ Zach suggested. Everyone agreed and we elbowed our way through the front door. We each said our goodbyes and let for homeroom. I had Mrs. Doose this year, which was okay, but I'd really wanted Mr. Hartman. Oh well, not like it was my choice anyway. I got to Mrs. Doose's classroom and sat in between the back and the middle. While I had an irrational fear of being alone, I was kind of shy. A combination that led to many mental breakdowns in the eighth grade. Not the easy-to-solve kind either, the therapy-for-a-year kind. Oddly enough, eighth grade was
also the year I developed a crush on Rye Bennett.
I'd just sat down and pulled out my kindle when someone slid into the seat next to me. I wanted to look up and see who it was, but along with my shyness, I was really bad at the whole eye contact thing, so I vetoed the idea.
“Hi, I'm Rye Bennett,“ came a somewhat hesitant voice from beside me. I looked up and couldn't stop myself from giving him a once over. He looked matured since the last time I saw him on TV, but only slightly because he never looked really young to begin with. Even as a fifteen year old, he could beat some other teen stars in a manly-ness contest. He'd cut his dark brown hair, but it still had enough length to show a bit of curl. His eyes were still a shade of hazel with some yellow around the iris, and they still had the ability to forget whom you were that even transferred through photography. He had a nice jaw, a smooth nose, and his undeniably pink lips. I'd always told my sister, Tiara, that his lips weren't naturally that color, that it was makeup or photo shop, apparently I was wrong. Rye Bennett sat before me, and unless he wore make up to school, his lips were truly an unnatural pink.
Another unexplained habit of mine, which I’m starting to realize I have a lot of, was the thought that I could never show weakness, so instead of just muttering some unintelligible words that would get me off the hook, I put on one of my best smiles, tucked my curly hair behind my ear, and told him, “I knew that, but none-the-less I'm Rylie Highe.“
Rye smiled at me and I swear I felt a swoon coming on. He opened his mouth to say something, but then Mrs. Doose called the class to attention, sparing me from more conversation that would thus lead me to major humiliation.
Oh, thank gosh.
Rye:
Dang it.
Of course, the first girl I find today that isn't throwing themselves at me, tripping themselves over me, or throwing everything from papers to shoes to hands at me to sign, and of course...the teacher comes. Just my luck. I want to keep talking to Rylie-forget the teacher- so I leaned over to her desk and whispered, “How old are you?“ Probably not the best question, but its the first one I became up with.
“Isn't that one of the questions you aren't supposed to ask a woman. I'm guessing next you'll be asking me my weight? Ugh, such a loser,“ she replied viciously. I was about to open my mouth to defend myself, when she smiled at me.
“JK. You know, after spending all this time acting, you should be able to spot a bluff,“ she smiled and it transformed her whole face. She had light dimples that were more like a slight crease in her face, and soft looking pinks lips that begged to be attended to, preferably by my lips. She had dark brown eyes; so dark you could hardly make out her iris and stood out against her dark brass hair. She was short, but she still had a great body. With her hair all curled up and her shirt with the angel emoticon, she was innocent temptation personified.
“In answer to your question, I'm nineteen,“ she replied.
“If you’reonly nineteen, what are you doing her? I don't want to be rude, you don't have to answer if you don't want to,“ I stumbled. What was up with me today, I just seemed to be asking all the wrong questions, luckily Rylie didn't seem to mind.
“Its fine,“ she assured me, “I finished both my freshman and sophomore year last year. So yeah, I'm younger than the rest. Oh well. If this is your first year of college, how are you already in this class?“
“My mother thought I should get some education so I spent the last two years doing college online.“
“What were you saying Mr. Bennett?“ Mrs. Doose asked. Before I could even open my mouth, Rylie replied for me.
“I was just telling Rye abouthow I love proportions. See, Rye was asking me if I knew any good tutors-he said he already had a feeling he was gonna need some help in this class- so I said I could volunteer because I love math, especially proportions. Not sure why I like them that much though. Their just easy for me.“ Her face was bright and her smile was enthusiastic, as if she really did love math. Dang, the girl was even a good actress, quick with improv too.
“She's trying to convince me to give math a second chance, but I don't think its gonna work.“
“Give it a couple of days,she’ll turn you around. She could convince a hairless cat to shave itself.“ Mrs. Doose warned me. One of her thin grey eyebrows was slightly raised and her dull brownish lips were pulled into a tight line, emphasizing her slight wrinkles. My eyebrow crinkled at the comparison, and when I looked over at Rylie, she had a sort of sheepish smile.
“Don't worry, Mrs. Doose, we'll continue the conversation outside,“ Rylie assured. Mrs. Doose nodded her head and continued talking. My mind turned back to what the teacher had said. Rylie and Mrs. Doose obviously knew each other and some where along the way; Rylie must've done something to garner that comment. I wondered what it was. I'd have to remember to ask her later.
The rest of class was boring, and while I tried to engage Rylie in a conversation, I could tell she was one of those types who actually listened to the teacher. Most of the time anyway, sometimes I caught her drawing in her notebook or messing with her nails.
Finally, class was over and I could talk to Rylie again.
“What's your next class?“ I asked Rylie.
“Creative writing, and yours?“ she answered.
“I've got business class. Can I walk you to your next class?
“You take business class, didn't see that coming, and no.“
I literally stopped walking for a moment but when I saw Rylie wasn't going to stop with me, I caught up with her at the door.
“What do you mean no?“ I asked, stupefied.
“I meant exactly what I said, I don't want you to walk me. While I like you I don't want to be around all your groupies.“ Exactly as she said this, a whole bunch of my fans bombarded us as we stepped into the hallway. Rylie used the distraction to get away and walk to her next class. There are many disadvantages of my fans but one of the advantages was they could always help you when you needed it.
“Does anyone know where Mr. Newt's business class is?“
Rylie:
After I ditched Rye, I caught up with Tab and we went to creative writing together.
“So how was home base?“ Tab asked.
“It was fine,“ I answered. “Not much happened. Well, I did get to meet Rye Bennett, but that's all.“
Tab stopped where she was and turned towards me. “You met Rye Bennett! OMG, you have to tell me everything, like, now!“
“Let's get to class first, and then I promise to tell you everything. All right? “
Tab was a maniac as we got closer to the room. My God, the woman couldn't help herself. Not that I blame her. Dude, I just met one of the biggest stars of our childhood and I was treating like I'd only met the school janitor. You had to cut the woman some slack. As soon as the teacher started reviewing the syllabi for this quarter, I leaned into Tab and started telling her about my meeting with Rye. I was constantly interrupted by Tab's questions and silent-or supposed to be-squeals. She couldn't get enough of it. When I told her about the part where Rye asked to walk me to my class and I refused, Tab to totally bugged out.
“How can you reject Rye Bennett, the Rye Bennett? My gravy girl, you are crazy,“ Tab mumbled and grumbled about how Rye would now be after me specifically because I refused.
“Well, excuse me if I don't want to be around his gaggle of googly-eyed girls.“
“Gaggle of googly-eyed girls? Where do you come up with this stuff?“
“Oh yeah, like you're better with your ‘my gravy, girl‘ attitude. It does also help that I take advanced creative writing, read a lot of books, and do a lot of theater work. And yes, that line was supposed to make you laugh,“ I explained to Tab. We talk the rest of class then separated to go to our other classes. I had theater next, and Tab had video production so we had to say goodbye at the door. I stuck my headphones in my ears and listened to One Republic as I walked across campus.
I was walking and not really paying attention, until my attention was pulled to the giant wall I ran into. Except, it wasn't really a wall, nope just the amazingly hard and muscular front side of Rye Bennett.
“Crud, I'm so sorry,“ I stuttered as I bent down to pick up some stuff that fell from my bag as we bumped.
“No worries. It‘s not completely your fault. If I'd been paying better attention, I probably could've avoided you,“ Rye said. “So where are you headed?“
I straighten up, take me ear buds out, and look around me.
“Right here,“ I answered pointing to the sign above my head that said, ‘theater‘.
“Me too,“ Rye smiled. Oh great- to take a line out of Tab's book- gravy, how am I going to survive the school year?
Rye held the door open for me and we entered the classroom. I sat down on the floor, underneath my desk and put my book bag in front of me. I could see Rye just sort of stand there confused, so I motioned for him to sit down. The teacher, Ms. Highs, came up to the class and sat on the stage. Ms. Highs was a pretty young teacher, and by that I meant she was beautiful and only 28. Thanks to this, not everyone treated her seriously so she learned to be really strict when need be. Students also asked her out more than teachers. She was still a really good teacher and an awesome person.
She was medium height with enough curves that she was attractive but not so curvy to where she was self-conscious. She had a heart shaped face with olive skin and dark pink lips. Her light browns eyes looked gold in the sun and her straight, waist length hair was dark brown with dark red highlights, all natural. All that along with her great fashion sense, made for, as I said a beautiful package. Oh, along with that package, she had me, her sister.
“Okay everyone-one moment. Rylie, I know your behind the back pack, so stop fooling around you pig head,“ Ms. Highs commented.
“Was that big head or pig head?“ I asked.
“Both,“ she answered. I winked at her and she just smile and shook her head. “As I was saying, this year, we will be putting on a production of a play by a local playwright. I can't tell you she is yet, but you'll get to meet her at the performance. The plays title is 'Some Script‘“
I froze for a moment, then gathered my wits and smiled.
“The version we‘ll be doing is a revised edition, but just as good, if not better than the original.“ Ms. Highs just kept blabbering on while plotted my revenge. The local playwright she was talking about was me. I wrote ‘Some Script‘ for middle schoolers, but I wanted a version I could be in too, so I revised it to fit an older cast. When I had shown it to Tiare, a.k.a. Ms. Highs, I hadn't known she would use it for my theater class.
“Auditions will be held in one week. Everyone please come to the front to get your audition packet.“ We all got up and kind of formed a semi circle around her.
“Do you know all the teachers?“ Rye‘s voice came from the side of me. I looked over at him and asked, “Why do you say that?“
“In Mrs. Doose's class, you guys talked like you knew each other, and now you tried to play a trick on Ms. Highs. I bet you even knew your creative writing teacher.“
Instead of answering in detail, I just said “yes“.
“Rylie Highs?“ Ms. Highs said.
“Yes, Ms. Highs?“
“Come get your packet please.“
“Yes mam.“
We heard a quiet ‘oh‘ from Rye so Tiare and I just winked at the same time. Once everyone was back in their seats, Ms. Highs announced, “For this audition, everyone will need a partner. Try to make every pair have one boy and one girl please. If there is absolutely no one of the other sex available, then you can have a girl-girl group.“
“Please say yes,“ Rye randomly pleaded.
“OK, why?“ I asked. Suddenly every girl in the room swarmed towards Rye, all asking Rye to be their partner.
“Sorry everyone but I'm already partners with Rylie,“ he smoothly rejected them. I could feel the force of the gathered death wishes for me. They all tried everything to change his mind, but eventually Ti, my sister, came to his rescue and made everyone sit down.
“So, I'm stuck with you as a partner apparently,“ I sighed as I turned around to Rye.
“Hey, it's not like I'm a bad actor, so what do you have to worry about?“ He smirked. Even though he irked me, I couldn't help the tingle I felt when he forced that million-dollar smile - literally- on me. Not that I would let him know that, anyway.
“What if I didn't want to be your partner?“ I asked. I actually didn't mind being his partner; I act best when I'm working with a good actor. But, nonetheless, it bothered me he wouldn't even care about my opinion.
“I'm sorry for not asking you, but I always work best when my partner can act too. Which I learned you can do when Mrs. Doose caught us talking in class. Hey, I meant to ask you, what was up with the whole hairless cat analogy and what did you do to deserve it?“ He actually looked intrigued, so I answered honestly.
“First off, have no clue where the cat and hair analogy came from. Second off, um, I, um, kind of convinced Mrs. Doose to let me give her a make over and set her up on a blind date. She actually found her husband on that date, he was the waiter, but I can now convince her to do anything for me and she doesn't even know it. I can get most of my friends to do what I want actually.“ I never realized how often I used that trick before.
“Really? How? Show me,“ he replied. I thought for a moment.
“Can I pleease borrow ten bucks, pretty please?“ I changed my voice so it was a bit higher and sounded like it was breaking. I tilted my head down, stuck out my bottom lip just a little bit, and raised my eyebrows and batted my lashes. I shrugged my shoulders up and I waited. It worked. Rye got a pained look on his face and reached for his wallet. I laughed and he snapped his hand back. He looked at me with a mixture of awe and confusion. Then he said, “I can't believe that worked. I've never seen that work outside of T.V. Dang.“ I just smiled watched him as it sank in. When he finally looked clear enough to work, I proposed we started rehearsing.
“So, do you want to read through it first?“ I asked Rye.
“Yeah, that's probably a good idea.“ We sat down and read the scene. Then we started. Rye said, “Okay, so...Some Script, Act One, Scene 2. I get to go first.“ He took a deep breath and started.
“What are you doing here?“ He looked up at me with a mixture of annoyance and dislike. I focused on his eyes and said my line.
“We have two weeks to write an entire play. We have to get started right away.“ We continued the rest of the play and I could feel my life slip away. Suddenly, I was Emma Waterstone and there was nothing in the world that I hated so much as the boy sitting across from me, Jessie. Neither one of us even batted an eyelid when it got to the teacher‘s line and Ti called it out for us, both of us were so enthralled in our pretend world. We didn't even stop when we started yelling at each other. We just kept going until Jessie, Rye, said his last line. After that we were both still for amoment afterwards. Then I took a deep breath and realized a whole crowd of people had surrounded us and watched our performance.
“Sorry for interrupting y'all,“ I stuttered when nobody said anything.
“Sorry for what?“ Ti asked. “Giving us an awesome show or letting everyone have an example to follow now. That was great you two.“ The she started clapping and everyone else was clapping with her. Rye and I looked back at each other. This lasted for a few more moments then Ti had everyone get back to work. Rye and I talked about our performance for a bit then, he excused himself to talk to Tiara. I didn't catch any of their conversation until Ti said my name.
“What?“ I asked.
“Rylie, show Rye the bathroom please,“ Ti asked me. I was about to protest, when she continued, “Seeing as you disrupted everyone‘s practice time earlier, you can do this for me. Clear?“ I nodded my head and went out the door not even checking to see if he was behind me. Evidently, he was because when I got to the rest room door, he reminded me that I led him to the girls’ bathroom.
“Oh, right. I've never been to the boys bath room but I'm sure it’s around here somewhere.“ We both looked around for a bit before Rye spotted it down the hall.
“Well then, you don't need me to wait on you. I'll see you in the class room.“
“Wait,“ Rye prompted. I turned around apprehensively.
“You were really good in there,“ he said.
“It helps when you have a decent partner,“ I smiled at him. I kept that smile with me for the rest of class.
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