Bittersweet Symphony (Bittersweet #4)(4)
Ryder
I am seething; no, I am pissed. How a little girl about five foot tall with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes has wiggled herself under my skin, I don’t know. All I can think about is finding a way to crush her, to obliterate her from getting any closer. Blondie sees underneath my armor, and I need to pull my shit together quickly. I guess that’s what I get for sticking up for her. Funny she can tell me to take the high road, but she can’t put * Sam in his place.
I want to punch something, to kick something, anything, to alleviate the anger stirring in my veins. Who does she think she is, telling me that I don’t do happily ever after’s and fairy bullshit? Of course I don’t f*cking do that; I do nothing but f*ck; mindless, no holds barred f*cking that little, innocent girl has no clue how to do.
Since leaving her in the hall, all I can think about is the way her dark, blue eyes looked into mine when Sam pushed her and how her plump lips will look in between my teeth. She doesn’t dress to show off, so I have no idea what she is packing underneath her clothes. But that doesn’t matter to me; her feistiness makes up for that just fine.
Her silky, smooth skin will be as soft as satin; her hair will flow in blonde, endless waves... God, my dick was getting hard thinking about all the ways I can take her against a wall.
I need to stop, and I need to find a way to keep her at bay. Fuck, I need to find a way to keep myself at bay.
“You look angry. Something happen to you?” Landon, my roommate, asks as I slam the door to our apartment. Since Rex and Jenna… God, just the slip of her name drives me insane sometimes. Since they moved in together, and Corey and Mimi finally stopped eye f*cking and actually started f*cking one another, I was forced to get a roommate. Not that Landon is bad or anything, but I prefer solitude. We are the same side of a coin, and we get each other; that’s all that matters anyway.
“Not something, more like someone. Do you know a guy named Sam?” I ask, stalking into the kitchen for a bottle of water. I need to work out or f*ck someone because I can’t deal with the ache, the burn, within me.
“I think so. Kind of has the face of an ass crack, walks around like he owns the place, smug, total douche? Of course. Why do you ask?” Landon continues to type away on his laptop as he waits for me to answer. When I don’t, he turns around to see what the f*ck is up.
“Dude, why the hell would you ask a question like that and not respond?” I shrug my shoulders, not quite sure why I asked in the first place. It isn’t my job to care about the damsel in distress. I have seen girls get f*cked over and hurt. Most of the time I’m the one doing the hurting, but I haven’t ever inflected physical pain on a woman, and that right there makes my blood boil.
One look at Blondie and I knew he has been hurting her for some time, leaving small marks on her that are so insignificant and unseen that no one would notice but me. Corey is an *, yet he had never touched Jenna. His antics were still shitty, but he drew a line on what he would and wouldn’t do to her.
“I saw him harassing some girl in the hall on my way back from class.” Blondie isn’t just some girl, but she isn’t anything to me either. “He had her on the ground on her knees as she was picking up her shit off the floor. When I approached them, he kind of locked up. Then, once she finally got all her stuff together and stood up, he pushed her to leave.”
Landon’s face forms into disgust as I relive the situation. There is no f*cking around: this Sam guy is a bully.
“Yeah, he’s an *. I went to high school with him. Who was the chick?” he asks curiously. I’m afraid to say her name; I have just recently found out what it is and instead of calling her by it, I just call her Blondie. Its fit her better.
“Kennedy Chap,” I reply, voiding her name of all emotion from my mind. I have known the girl all of two seconds, and she’s already wreaking havoc on me. Yeah, we’ve watched each other from afar, but today is the first time I have ever talked to her. She and Mimi are kind of friends, and I was told not to go there more than once.
A look of shock crosses Landon’s face and then is gone. “Wow, doesn’t surprise me. He used to have a thing for her, and then one day he changed. They went to a party, and he kind of just left without her and has hated her ever since. The way he obsessed over her and the fact that he still can’t leave her alone are sickening.
Yeah, his creepy obsession is more than sick. It has me wanting to crunch his bones into little pieces and sprinkle them on top of cupcakes and present them to Blondie.
“So, he’s always done that to her… I mean, put his hands on her?” I ask, afraid of the answer I will receive. I must have a thing for the damaged, bullied girls. Then again, they say those who share a similar past are always pulled together to fill the voids that they never had anything to fill with in life and f*ck if I don’t want to fill Blondie’s voids. My mind slowly drifts back to a night not too long ago, could have been a couple months ago or so, when I saved a girl’s life. She reminded me of Kennedy, but I knew that couldn’t be. She wouldn’t have ever been seen in a place like that. Landon’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts.
“What you saw, man, was nice; I’ve seen him do meaner shit. No one sticks up to him because, well, there usually isn’t a reason to. If you’re not his equal and don’t agree with him, he finds a way to make your life hell. Therefore, you turn the other cheek and let it be. Nothing you can do but protect yourself.”