Hey people. It's been several days since I've updated but that's because I have to study for my science test. I dedicate this chapter to annt30, and my two of my best friends, Amy and Nuzzy. (these are nicknames, but they know who they are : ]). I just wanted to say that I'm happy. I checked my account and it said over fifty people have checked it out!!! FIFTY!! It really makes me happy that my work is being read. Also, I set up my account so that even if you don't have a account, you can still review!! Anyways, I wrote this chapter while listening to The Brightest Green by Anarbor and Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low and Pages by There For Tomorrow. These are bands I recently started listening to, and I gotta say, they are pretty addicting. I also realize that people go through a lot, and listening to these songs made me realize that even though I went through a lot, I still have people that helped me grt through it. So thanks, guys. : ]And now for the usual disclaimer- I don't own Never Back Down. I only own a copy of the DVD. So, on with your chapter!!! : ]

Chapter Three

"Oops. My bad." Ryan looked down at Jake, whose brown eyes were now alert and seemed to be reflect the feelings Jake was feeling. Why does he seem frightened? Ryan thought as his hands moved through Jake's stiff body. Why does he feel so warm? Ryan thought carelessly as he began to produce a hickey on Jake's neck. Wait….what am I doing? Ryan got up swiftly, not noting the small gasp of pain that Jake let go. Ryan looked down, surprised to see that Jake's face had become redder, was panting, and had a small pink circle on the side of his neck. Oh shit. What have I done? When Jake looked up, seemingly having calmed down, Ryan lost it and punched him. Hard. On the jaw. That's gonna hurt. Ryan winced at the sort of loud pained yell that Jake emitted. Yeah. That hurt. Ryan looked down and was surprised to see small tears of pain crawling through Jake's face. Oh shit. "I'm sor-" Ryan didn't get to finish the sentence as Jake had chosen that moment to bolt up from the seat, causing Ryan to notice how hot his body was(as in temperature) and how Jake was wearing AXE. "Wa-" Ryan also didn't get to finish his sentence as a small fist(well, small compared to Ryan's hands) came and punched Ryan on the jaw. Ryan grunted and felt himself falling back to the now empty seat. When he finally got himself together, the bus had stopped, and the bus driver was waiting for him, hands crossed over his chest. "Now, you better hurry up for school, boy. You're already late." "Thanks." Ryan muttered, hoping that the driver hadn't seen anything. "Better get rid of that tent boy." Ryan cursed and looked down, the bus driver being right. "Yeah…. I will." Ryan hoped his face wasn't as red as it felt. He got off the bus and cursed. The bus driver had let Ryan and Jake four blocks away from the school. Ryan could see Jake weaving through the neighbor's yards that littered the way to school. Might as well skip first period. Ryan sighed. What was wrong with me? How do I get off on a kiss? Ryan sighed again and stalked off to the nearest McDonalds.

Jake's head was swimming. What was wrong with Ryan? Jake thought, and stopped. Bending over(tee-hee), he placed his head between his hands. I've gotta get to school. Or else Mom…will have more trouble on her back… Jack panted, the throbbing in his head increasing by the second and nausea beginning to come. "Ohhh." Jake sat down on the ground, not caring whether he sat on little Manny's toy or that the grass had been recently cut. He grasped his head and moaned, not caring who passed. He leaned against the fence that framed the yard and ignored the small, sharp rock that bit into his butt. He leaned forward and went into unconsciousness. He didn't hear the dog that jumped over the fence and he didn't feel the bite. He was just unconscious.

Ryan walked out of McDonalds, content with the three apple pies and hash browns that he had bought. I wonder what Jake tastes like with syrup….. Jake slapped himself and frowned. Why am I thinking about like that? Well, I already know the answer, bought he's my rival! Heck, we even fight together! Ryan was having mind-battle when he finally entered the school doors, walking up to the second floor to get into his Spanish 2 class. Guess Jake isn't here yet. He burped, earning nasty looks from the surrounding people. "Sorry." Ryan proceeded to get the test Ms. Cordero had promised, and promptly failed, all his thoughts on Jake. Where is he? He was snapped out of thoughts by Ms. Cordero, who had managed to slam a rolled newspaper into his forehead. "Don't goof off." "Sorry Miss Cordero, I won't do it again." Ryan went back to his test on irregular nouns, all the way thinking about the boy with the sweet lips.

Hi. This might count as a cliffhanger, but counting that I'm going to Manhattan ,later today, I think this was a good chapter…..I hope. plus, you might realize that this chapter is not that long as the others, but I'm starting to fell sort of sick, and i'm going outside later on. So i wrote this chapter short, but the other one is going to be extra loong...i hope. x D. Rhank you readers!! i checked again, and my story had 63 views.!! Thank You So Much!!!!!!!

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