As the two boys arrived at school, they met Marissa and Summer. Summer was still having a fit about the last day of term, while Seth joined the converstaion. This left Ryan and Marissa with everything to say, but nothing they wanted to talk about.
"So, erm. End of school, huh?" Ryan tried to play it cool.
"Ye-ah. Me and Summer are gonna go and hang out at the mall later. You're free to come?"
"I-I can't. I have to finish something." A nervous Ryan stood as still as he could, trying not to give anything away.
"More important than me?" Marissa wasn't impressed.
"I can't tell you what it is. It's, it's private," said Ryan, which only made things worse.
"What? Can't you trust me?"
"I don't know, can I?"
"We aren't going to have the whole Oliver thing again!" Marissa was getting angry, and Ryan knew it was only a matter of time before she blew.
"This is a lot more serious than that." Suddenly Marissa calmed down, and gave Ryan a concerned look. "It's... Trey..."
"Trey? What's wrong with him? He doesn't need another debt does he? Because I don't want to see you get..."
"No, no, no. Nothing like that. Well, sort of. But..." Marissa was still worried. She knew what his brother was like, and what he could cause. The bell rang, and a silence flooded the air. Ryan, halfway through his speech, used this as an excuse and escaped the hall.
"After a wild lesson which involved shouting, throwing various objects, and most importantly to Seth, no learning, he exited the room and found Ryan.
"So what was up with you this morning?"
"Not...
"Don't do this! I know something is wrong." Ryan couldn't get a word in edge-ways without Seth repeatedly getting on his back.
"Look, nothing's up. I was just a bit nervous about something, but it's sorted."
"Really?"
"Yeah, man. Hey, where's Marissa?" Ryan knew he shouldn't tell her unless she asked him about Trey, yet he had an urge to let her know. After all, he wasn't supposed to keep secrets from her.
"I think she's in the library with Summer."
"Summer goes to the library," Ryan said, trying to change to subject.
"Don't ask..."
"But I just did?"
"Just go, man. I still haven't figured out what goes on inside that gorgeous yet strangely psychotic head."
Ryan left, and ran down the halls. He ended up outside the room marked Library. He considered not telling her. What would be the worst that would happen? But he also knew that he couldn't keep this from her forever. After all, this was Newport. He nudged the creeking door, and walked inside in search of Marissa. Sure enough, as Seth had said, she was at a table studying with Summer.
"So anyway he just started doing this weird moaning!" Summer exclaimed to Marissa, unaware Ryan was standing right next to the table. "And then he was doing this awkward posi... oh my God! Ryan!"
"I don't know, don't care."
"Good. Because, that's just, ew!"
"So, erm, hi," Ryan finally said to Marissa, who replied with the same strange tone. "Can, can I talk to you?"
"Go ahead." Marissa seemed ticked off. She knew what Ryan had to say was important and private, but did the old 'if-it's-that-important-say-it-in-front-of-everyone-else' routine.
"Alone?" Ryan made a stare at Summer, and she got up.
"You tell anyone what you didn't hear, I'll rip your throat out."
"What did I hear?" Ryan knew exactly what he heard, but Summer has a violent side that he didn't want any part of.
"Good." With that, Summer left the table after waving goodbye to Marissa. After she left, Ryan sat in her seat, ready to tell Marissa.
"So what did you want to tell me about Trey?"
"He... he got out." Marissa was gob-smacked. She treated Ryan so badly, and now she knew why.
"So, erm. End of school, huh?" Ryan tried to play it cool.
"Ye-ah. Me and Summer are gonna go and hang out at the mall later. You're free to come?"
"I-I can't. I have to finish something." A nervous Ryan stood as still as he could, trying not to give anything away.
"More important than me?" Marissa wasn't impressed.
"I can't tell you what it is. It's, it's private," said Ryan, which only made things worse.
"What? Can't you trust me?"
"I don't know, can I?"
"We aren't going to have the whole Oliver thing again!" Marissa was getting angry, and Ryan knew it was only a matter of time before she blew.
"This is a lot more serious than that." Suddenly Marissa calmed down, and gave Ryan a concerned look. "It's... Trey..."
"Trey? What's wrong with him? He doesn't need another debt does he? Because I don't want to see you get..."
"No, no, no. Nothing like that. Well, sort of. But..." Marissa was still worried. She knew what his brother was like, and what he could cause. The bell rang, and a silence flooded the air. Ryan, halfway through his speech, used this as an excuse and escaped the hall.
"After a wild lesson which involved shouting, throwing various objects, and most importantly to Seth, no learning, he exited the room and found Ryan.
"So what was up with you this morning?"
"Not...
"Don't do this! I know something is wrong." Ryan couldn't get a word in edge-ways without Seth repeatedly getting on his back.
"Look, nothing's up. I was just a bit nervous about something, but it's sorted."
"Really?"
"Yeah, man. Hey, where's Marissa?" Ryan knew he shouldn't tell her unless she asked him about Trey, yet he had an urge to let her know. After all, he wasn't supposed to keep secrets from her.
"I think she's in the library with Summer."
"Summer goes to the library," Ryan said, trying to change to subject.
"Don't ask..."
"But I just did?"
"Just go, man. I still haven't figured out what goes on inside that gorgeous yet strangely psychotic head."
Ryan left, and ran down the halls. He ended up outside the room marked Library. He considered not telling her. What would be the worst that would happen? But he also knew that he couldn't keep this from her forever. After all, this was Newport. He nudged the creeking door, and walked inside in search of Marissa. Sure enough, as Seth had said, she was at a table studying with Summer.
"So anyway he just started doing this weird moaning!" Summer exclaimed to Marissa, unaware Ryan was standing right next to the table. "And then he was doing this awkward posi... oh my God! Ryan!"
"I don't know, don't care."
"Good. Because, that's just, ew!"
"So, erm, hi," Ryan finally said to Marissa, who replied with the same strange tone. "Can, can I talk to you?"
"Go ahead." Marissa seemed ticked off. She knew what Ryan had to say was important and private, but did the old 'if-it's-that-important-say-it-in-front-of-everyone-else' routine.
"Alone?" Ryan made a stare at Summer, and she got up.
"You tell anyone what you didn't hear, I'll rip your throat out."
"What did I hear?" Ryan knew exactly what he heard, but Summer has a violent side that he didn't want any part of.
"Good." With that, Summer left the table after waving goodbye to Marissa. After she left, Ryan sat in her seat, ready to tell Marissa.
"So what did you want to tell me about Trey?"
"He... he got out." Marissa was gob-smacked. She treated Ryan so badly, and now she knew why.