Ryder ventured to the school gym later that day. He decided it would be best to go and workout after school, since he was one-hundred per cent sure that nobody would be in there – needless to say he was right.
He quite liked to work out when he was emotional like this. Not, however, because he wanted to prove anything by having a great body, but, it meant that if he was half-concentrating on lifting weights – he would only be half-concentrating on his emotions and feelings.
So, he found himself alone in the gym, and then hastily changed from his hoody and jeans into more fitting cloths (a vest and a set of joggers) and, soon after, began to stretch.
Little after he had appropriately warmed-up, he lay a towel on a bench, laid on said towel, and began to lift the weight he had previously selected. It wasn't strong enough to require his full strength, but wasn't weak enough that he would be able to do so without noticing or focusing on his technique.
He was so occupied by his weight lifting and the music he had put on, that he hardly thought about how he let people down and how he regretted hitting Jake. However, this also meant that he hardly noticed the creaking open of the gym door, and the person approaching.
He continued to lift his weight, not, seemingly, noticing the person who snuck inside.
"Boo!" shouted a child-like and girlish voice.
In surprise, Ryder nearly dropped the weight onto his chest, but, luckily, had enough sense and control to shove it onto its appropriate resting stand. He looked up. It was Kitty.
"Hello there you 'Short-haired Demi Moore'!" Kitty joked. "I really like the new hairstyle. It makes you look less like a beaver and more like a surprisingly attractive lesbian. And, well, your new-found keen-eye for fashion really is admirable. You've set a new trend which I think I will stylise as the new 'Teenage-cultist' look – hood and all…" she continued. Ryder simply did not have the time or patience for this.
"What'd you want, Kitty?" Ryder snarled, like a vicious dog barking, even though it was chained to the wall.
Kitty crouched beside the bench, and smiled oddly to Ryder.
"What'd got your panties in a twist? Is it because you look like Emma Watson after puberty?"
Ryder slammed his fists and stood up.
"That's enough!" he barked. Kitty jumped to her feet, as though genuinely scared.
"You think you're so funny, and smart, and popular…but really, really, you don't know anything about anything. Why don't you just piss off!?" he continued, as though his new-found emotion was self-seclusion and anger.
Afterwards, he stood, leering over Kitty with destructive eyes, panting loudly and rhythmically. It may have only been a few minutes, but, a lifetime passed as Kitty watched Ryder, too uneasy about leaving, or saying anything.
Eventually, she relented. With a wave of confidence, she stood up and stepped closer to Ryder. She moved her smaller frame closer to his, and, proceeded with her original intention as she planned. She tiptoed, so she could position herself closer to Ryder's ear, where she began to whisper.
"I don't care what anybody thinks – you're super-hot. Especially when you're angry…" she spoke softly and seductively.
This kind of thing bothered Ryder, but, sceptical about how he would control his anger again, he decided not to say anything, and he only passed a dismissive wave. This, however, didn't seem to stop the flustered girl. She stood as tall as she could, and bestowed upon Ryder's lips a soft and taunting kiss, which Ryder returned.
Kitty's approach changed almost instantly. At one moment she was calm and soothing, but, the next she was like a horny animal, attacking Ryder with her lips and manoeuvring her hands underneath his shirt to stroke his abs. Ryder accepted the kissing, but, soon realised the discomfort when Kitty allowed her tongue to slip past Ryder's.
He pulled away, and backed in against the wall, as though frightened.
"C'mon Tiger, you know you want it. You're hot – I'm hot. You deserve this!" she said, swooping in and grabbing his crotch.
That moment seemed to freeze for Ryder. The teenage boy thought back to his attack before, and how Kane had said the exact same thing when he was doing the exact same thing. He could hardly move, and all he could think about was how violated and molested he felt.
Soon after he had overcome his flashback, he blinked a few times, to see that Kitty had already removed his vest and was kissing his abs as though trying to suck them in. He freaked out, and remembered how Kane 'loved his abs', so, in a moment of rebellion and madness, he sent a violent and uncalled for back-hand to Kitty's face, which knocked her to the floor.
She winced and cried audibly. Ryder grabbed his vest, and put it on sheepishly. He then grabbed his towel, and change of clothes, stuffed them into his bag and fled – leaving the girl lying helplessly on the floor.
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