4. #4 Mrs. Ryder McClanahan
~~At school the next day he sits over by our group and I feel like everyone in the cafeteria is staring at us. Emma, Grace, and Hanna interrogate Ryder but he doesn't seem to notice or care. He puts his arm around my shoulder - I swear I feel like I'm at home. I feel safe. I think about our first date and the way the kisses were. They were sweet and tasted of mint and just plain wonder. Maybe love and dating isn't what I always thought. What if I can trust someone for once?
"So, I guess you two are a thing?" Melissa asks. She flips her hair behind her shoulder and pops her gum.
He turns his dark chocolate eyes to mine and I nod, biting my lip to control an overzealous grin. "Yeah, we are." Oasis glares across the table at Ryder and if looks could kill Ryder would be a pile of cinders.
Oasis leaves the cafeteria altogether and I feel a little bad. He thinks I just lied to him. "Hey, Ryder, I gotta go real quick, I'll be back." I set out from the table and leave the cafeteria. I see Oasis at his locker and poke his shoulder.
"Yeah?" He spins around and sees me.
"You don't owe me an explanation, Violet. Its fine." He closes his locker and picks at his books.
"Don't be." He sets his jaw and I stand with my arms folded like an idiot. "I should've made my move sooner and you wouldn't be copulating with McClanahan."
"We're not doing that, Oasis!" I yell.
"Whatever. Jeez, Violet I've liked you since you gave me your pink crayon in Kindergarten! I bought you flowers for Valentine's Day and made you cupcakes for your birthday! Haven't you figured out I really want you? I love you, Vi!" He shakes his head and walks away with a forlorn look on his face.
He walks to the Chemistry room and I get my stuff together to get ready my next class. I see Ryder and he kisses my head and we go to August's class. When class begins we begin out conversation. "Excuse me Mrs. Blake would you like to share what you're talking about with Mr. McClanahan?"
Oasis grunts from across the room and I shake my head in suit. "Mrs. St. August you can call her the future Mrs. Ryder McClanahan," he remarks in a joking tone and his new friends laugh.
"Very not funny," Mrs. St. August grumbles. Once the laughs die down we get back to class and the bells shrills thirty minutes later.
"Alright, P.E is next." He takes my hand and I feel secure in his company. He keeps my hand in his warm one and I just hyperventilate when I think about Friday. At his house - watching a movie. Today, he mentioned his parents wouldn't be home. So, we'll be alone. I'll be alone with a boy.