Chapter 2:
Ryder was having a hard time concentrating and it was pissing him off. He didn't like seeing Alexis all dolled up and was clenching his fist daily not to punch any of his friends as they commented on her change. Alexis was always one of the guys and that's how he liked it. She was a good girl, classy, and worthy of respect. Luckily, there wasn't too much time to see her as she was involved in just about everything Glee Club, volleyball, student council, you name it. There was three specific times he hated; before school, lunch, and after school because those were the times he saw those firm muscled legs and every jock with a you know what drooling. It was a plus that she was hanging around Tina, another senior who did not take any disrespect from anybody.
He was strolling the halls again just to get a break from class. It helped him concentrate to get a quick drink. The sounds of basketballs hitting the gym floor made him glance inside the girl's side of the gym. He could only sigh as he spotted Alexis in her little red gym shorts and tank. Her hair sported a big poof on the top of her head that the girls were wearing. She casually pushed back her red headband in place as she went in for a shot, the look of concentration evident on her face. Alexis was competitive, fought him enough in sports.
As she threw the shot, another girl tried to block her but failed and ended up colliding onto Alexis knocking her down on the floor. With a heavy groan and painful gasp, she pulled herself up, wincing, and painfully limped back by the bleachers. Ryder spun his head around the door and whistled to get her attention. It was obvious with her red face and pained expression, that Alexis was not feeling good. But, she made good effort and limped towards him.
"And what are you doing out of class", she warned him, her eyes in big saucers.
"Sure, give me a lecture, while you are in pain. Show me where it hurts".
Alexis sat down on the cold marble floor in the hallway. Ryder could see the sweat beading on her upper lip as she pointed to her left calf.
"Being on football and basketball, I deal with injuries like this all the time".
His warm hands touched her left calf, kneading it tenderly. Her big eyes searched onto his face questioning what he was doing. But, he continued to massage it gently in small circles. Gently he pushed her knee toward her chest and back. It was almost mesmerizing, touching her tanned skin, and being in close proximity of her beautiful face. He pushed the thought aside as he bent down and scooped her up into his arms.
"Whoa, what are you doing Ryder?"
"Taking you to the nurse. We don't want you straining your injury further".
She sort of felt embarrassed to be so high up in his arms but it was comforting. Nevertheless, Alexis was avoiding eye contact as the feel of his hard muscles against her back was unnerving. Ryder was so damn tall and obviously worked out big time. He lifted her like a sack of potatoes. What made the situation less embarrassing was the hallway was empty because it was still class time.
When they got to the office, Ryder set her down softly on a plastic chair in the office. He took a minute to explain to the nurse. On his way out, he cupped her chin in his hands and gave her a good luck smile. She almost wanted to pinch his dimples but instead gave him another lecture and pushed him to get to class. In return, Ryder flashed his annoyed look, his swinging hair exiting with him.
"What a nice young man", the nurse remarked, obviously enamored of a high school student being respectful.
I couldn't help but smile despite the pain.
Senorita Carlita was going through the numbers, uno,dos, tres, cuatro and damn, if Parker couldn't stop imagining her in his arms. He was mentally trying to calculate the difference in their ages. Parker was nineteen due to being in young fives as a kid and starting one year later. There was one year age difference between Ryder and him. Guessing by how young she looked, he figured that she had probably dual enrolled in high school. Probably, only three and a half years between them.
He raised his hand, smiling at her.
"Si?"
"¿Cuántos años tiene usted?
She beamed excited that someone knew the how old are you question in Spanish. "Veinteidos".
"How old is that?" A bright red haired kid in the back with spectacles asked.
"I gave you the word now it's your job to find the answer", she said her white teeth flashing in a big grin.
The students groaned in reply as Parker pondered the question. He was fascinated for sure and when Parker set his mind on something it was hard to disband. He was looking forward to Spanish Club after school. Something to spark his interest even more.
