Thread: Secret Erotica (Garnet x Rskde)

Ryan was pretty much the definition of someone that did not want to be fucked with, and that kept people away from him. Aside from a few close friends who were far more into drugs and partying than he was, he really just sat alone wherever he went. He mostly preferred it that way anyway, he had been like this for all of his life and being alone just gave him a lot of time to think. He was close to the top of the hierarchy of college kids, though nowhere near the varsity jocks and cheerleaders, who just left him alone as he had spilled blood when a jock had attempted to bully him during high school. Really lashing out was the one thing that Ryan was known for, he made fun of others because he didn't feel like facing his own problems, rather digging up the problems of other people, and fighting tooth and nail whenever someone called out his bullshit. In this way he had grown strong, physically and mentally, nobody fucked with him, nobody . Really even teachers had attempted to stop him, its not like he was a bad student, he was actually fairly smart for a bully. But nobody figured that out, he kept his grades between him and his teachers, who he kept in check by being good in their classes. The teachers who had attempted to stop his reign of terror against the weak of the college had long ago stopped, as it really wasn't their issue, considering it was college. So Ryan kept his head up, keeping up a facade of constant confidence that would drive some popular girls crazy, everybody wanted to date a rebel after all. He had had his fair share of sex because of this, though none of the girls ever really wanted to stick around. The rebel only kept up on grades because of his paying to attend the college, every other rule and guideline that the college offered he fought against, such as suggestions that he could play a sport or join a club. He worked out on his own time and he definitely did not need to be surrounded by more people, so his time in college had been spent studying, having sex with random girls, and smoking the occasional cigarette plus drinking the occasional alcoholic beverage to keep his stress levels low. He didn't touch anything illegal, he had heard stories of his friends getting into some bad shit but he never participated in that sort of thing, not wanting to get arrested. Being a rebel in school and being a rebel of society were two different animals, after all. His situation at home wasn't all that great either, his parents didn't pay much attention to him when he was younger, in fact they had been somewhat abusive, he had been excited to leave them behind, but had ended up becoming exactly like them for the most part. Just earlier that day he had shoved past some skinny kid going to his dorm, Ryan didn't step aside for anybody. People said that he would've made a great addition to the military, or an organization similar to it, but he didn't have time for that sort of thing, nor did he want to endure the pain and transformation that occurred during their training. Instead he took up a job as a cashier to pay for his bills, working for minimum wage and scraping by. Luckily he had gotten a few scholarships in high school because those scholarships had no idea who he really was and had a full ride through college for the most part, he just worked to provide himself food and entertainment. He had been studying criminal justice in the school for a little while now, wanting to become a police officer or a detective in the future, though deep down he knew that he would have to change his attitude if he honestly wanted to make that career choice. Sitting alone at his table in the campus cafeteria, he ate his meal quietly, his friends having had to go outside in order to ease their nicotine addictions. They had offered for him to join them, but he had declined as he had wanted to finish his meal. Suddenly a hand slams down on the table next to his meal and his brows knit together in confusion before he glares up at whomever had interrupted his meal. It was that nerdy girl that the jocks were always making fun of, he wondered silently why she was here, did she need something? He raised his eyebrows when she apologized, his glare turning to a look of interest now that he was aware that she wasn't bothering him on some sort of dare from her friends. He saw the way that her pretty face flushed bright red, she was clearly embarrassed as the entire lunch room went silent to watch what was going down at his table. She admits her crush for him and he seems a bit confused, biting the inside of his cheek as he contemplates the information that she had just given him, only now feeling the eyes of the whole cafeteria on him and her. The fuck are you laughing at? He asks while standing up, whoever had been laughing went dead silent. Stop staring and go back to eating. He growls, the lunch room resuming its normal state after his confident command. He returns his attention to the girl standing in front of him. Belle, right? He asks her with the raise of his eyebrows. My number is 7178549954, I'll go out with you. Ryan nods before pulling out his phone and offering it to her so that she could put her own number in. He had only stuck up for her because he hated the attention that he himself had been receiving from the whole encounter, and he had yes because.. Well, he was really interested in what this girl had planned, as a girl had never asked him out, and he hadn't been out on a date in a really long time. Plus, she was pretty, what'd he have to lose?