High School Romance.

Ariel, an image of a red-headed mermaid poped into your head, didn't it? Well, that's kind of me. A fiery red head and look alike to Molly Quinn. I just started high school (oh joy.) and I'm so not used to it. What happened to small schools? Oh well, but, I can't really complain. And all of my classes are fairly easy, and every single one of them I share with the most random guy, football jersey number 13. That's what I call him, thirteen. And I think I like him... like, LIKE LIKE him... and I'm pretty sure he feels the same way about me...


58. Chapter Eleven, Part Five.

Stephanie was asleep on her bed, I was watching Supernatural on her TV and wondered about Ryan.

Was he in Brianna's arms? Was he with her now? Laughing at me?

I groaned and buried my face in my hands. Why? Why Ryan? Why would Ryan do that?

My phone went off, speak of the devil, Ryan.

I was getting tired of all the 'I love you' voice mails. I answered the phone.

"Hello? Ariel, babe?" Ryan's voice asked.

"I thought I told you to stop calling me that." I said.

Ryan half laughed. "Look, I uh, I wanted to explain everything to you."

I bit my lip. Do I let him tell me? Do I dare even listen?

I sighed. "Fine."

"Thank you.

"So, Brianna told me she had something of yours the last day of school. She wanted me to go over to her house to get it. When I got there, nothing. She flirted with me and was trying to get me to somehow throw you out of drama. Then I got mad and walked out... that's when you walked around the corner..."

"That doesn't explain why you were lip-locked with her." I said irritated.

"She kissed me, okay? I didn't do anything!"

"Oh yeah? Then why haven't you been talking to me?"

"I was busy!"

"Right. With that piece of trash, huh?"

"No! I was making you something."

"Really. And it was so important you couldn't call me or text?"

"Yeah, it was, actually."

"Then what was it?"

Silence. "I can't really explain it... I can show it to you...?"

I debated on it. If Stephanie woke up and I was gone that wouldn't end well.

"Text me the address and I'll try to go in about a half hour." I said softly.

"Thanks, ba- Ariel. Um, do you wanna know something?"


"I love you."

"I'm still pissed."

"I know you are."

I hung up and once again buried my face in my hands. This is so stupid.

I tied my scarf a knot tighter around my neck as I wandered the New York streets for 1037 Elm.

I was in a garden type of area, cute houses lined the streets and I picked out the ones I liked the best.

I stopped in front of a house with the number 1037. I looked over to the street name sign. Elm.

I sighed nervously and knocked on the door.

Ryan opened it and smiled seeing me. He was covered in paint.

"You're here early." He said as he wiped his hands on his pants.

I shrugged. He beckoned me inside and started to show me around. It was a two story three bed and bath house.

"Ryan, would you please tell me what this is?" I asked.

He took a deep breath. "I um, well, this is kinda... Look I didn't think we'd break up. So, I uh, kinda..."

"Kinda what?" I snapped. This was getting annoying.

"I bought us a house."


"My dads a contractor. He just basically... gave it to me. He saw how much I cared about you, and told me it was for us. But I'd have to fix it up and all of that. But um, yeah... So... Merry Christmas."

I stood dumbstruck. He did this... All of this...?

Ryan watched me with pleading eyes.

I shook my head, this was so crazy.

"Ariel, look, I understand if you-"

I walked up to Ryan and kissed him, just anything to make him shut up.

I hugged him. "I'm sorry." I whispered.

"It's okay." He whispered back.

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