Title: A Spot Of Trouble
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to The O.C.. Not for profit.
Description: Ryan gets into a spot of trouble with a girl. (Set in early season 1.)

Chapter 2

After Ryan nervously checked his watch – the one that the Cohens had bought for him – for what seemed like the millionth time, he heard Jane chuckle softly beside him.

"My dad will be here soon. Our house isn't far away."

Ryan turned to her and gave her a little smile even though he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Jane then hesitantly reached over and took his hand. He guessed that she could tell he was a little nervous and wanted to comfort him. And it worked. The warm, soft feel of her hand in his made his breath quicken and his heartbeat speed up. He could feel a warmth spreading throughout his body, just remembering what the two of them had been up to earlier. It took his mind off of the impending doom, at least momentarily.

Ryan smiled his thanks to her. He had to resist the urge to lean over and kiss her. Her father could arrive any time, and he didn't want to get them into any more hot water than they already were. Ryan settled for holding tightly onto her hand and rubbing his thumb along the back of her fingers. As he did so, he thought about when he first took her hand, at the party.

.oOo.

Ryan had approached the girl that he had his eye on. "Hey."

She looked shyly up at him. "Hey."

"Would you like to dance?" Ryan didn't like dancing, but he didn't know how else to break the ice with a new girl at a party.

She exchanged a look with her friends that looked to Ryan a whole lot like "squee". Finally, looked back at him and nodded, then looked down. A shy one, this one.

Ryan breathed a sigh of relief that she accepted his invitation. Girls just didn't understand how nerve-wracking this was. But now that she did say yes, Ryan could feel himself starting to get excited. He could hardly keep the smile off his face. He automatically reached out and took her hand, not thinking until afterwards that maybe she would be uncomfortable with that. When she seemed to be okay with it, he led her inside the house to where the dancing was going on, in the living room.

When they joined the other dancers, the song that was playing was a "fast" song, so they didn't touch as they danced. And they didn't talk, either, since the music was too loud to hear over. Ryan felt a little embarrassed and self-conscious at first, since he knew he wasn't the best dancer and was afraid that he'd make a fool of himself in front of everyone, especially this girl that he was beginning to really like. But he quickly got over it when he saw that nobody was paying any attention to him; they were all too busy with what they were doing themselves.

Having a fast song, though, did give Ryan a chance to study the girl some more as she danced. And the more he watched, the more he liked what he saw. She wasn't overly tall. She had curves in all the right places. Her face, while not strikingly beautiful, was definitely attractive.

Ryan found that he enjoyed watching her dance. Unlike him, she was quite good at it. The way she moved, smooth and sensual, was definitely turning him on, especially since it seemed to be natural, and not just put on, calculated to drive him crazy. Even though it was. How she moved her hips, those full lips of hers that he couldn't wait to kiss, and her breasts – not too big, not too small – which bounced around as she danced. He couldn't wait to get his hands on those...

Just thinking about it, all the things that he wanted to do with her, caused that familiar desire to flare up inside him. Ryan had to look away for a minute and take some deep breaths to calm himself down. His pants were getting uncomfortably tight, and he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of her, or scare her off. He wasn't sure how experienced she was, and he was afraid that if he seemed too eager to get into her pants, she'd shy away.

Luckily, the song ended shortly thereafter. She stopped dancing, and Ryan was finally able to turn his mind to other things. He looked straight into her eyes and gave her what he hoped was an encouraging smile.

"Would you like a drink?"

She gave him her standard shy smile back. "Sure."

Ryan gently took her hand again, and they wound their way through the other partygoers and into the kitchen. When they got there, Ryan saw that some other kids had gotten beer from the fridge, so he headed over that way. He had decided at the start of the night that he wasn't going to drink anything stronger than beer, as he really didn't want to show up back at the Cohens drunk. So he went to the fridge and took out a couple bottles of beer, one for himself and one for the girl.

She seemed hesitant to take it, but she finally did. Ryan raised his eyebrows at that. He studied her face for a moment. Obviously, she didn't really want the beer. She probably only took it so that people would think she was cool. So that he would think she was cool. Ryan shook his head at that. No. No way. He was the last person who would ever want to encourage someone to drink when they didn't really want to, after all the problems that alcohol had caused in his family.

In fact, Ryan decided, he didn't need to drink, either.

Ryan immediately took the beer from her and put both bottles back into the fridge. He then went over to the kitchen table, where there were coolers with cans of soda. He took a can of Coke, then looked over at the girl. She smiled at him, in gratitude, he thought. And joined him at the table, grabbing a can of Sprite for herself.

.oOo.

Back in her father's office, Ryan smiled at Jane and took a chance by putting his arm around her shoulders. She leaned into him, and sighed. All Ryan could think at that moment was how great they got along (well, that and the fact that he found her extremely attractive). He really hoped that he'd be able to see her again, that her father wouldn't forbid them to see each other after everything that happened. He settled in to wait and see.

But he didn't have long to wait, because shortly thereafter, the Chief of Police himself arrived. The first indication was the shadows of two men that could be seen through the frosted glass in the door, then their voices carried their way inside.

Jane whispered to Ryan, "My dad."

Ryan quickly withdrew his arm from around her, and just in time, too. The door opened and a middle-aged man entered. He was dressed in casual clothes, but just from the way he carried himself – well, let's just say that if Ryan didn't already know that he was a cop, Ryan would know that he was a cop. Not to mention a father. The way he was looking at Jane was definitely as a disappointed father.

As Jane's father closed the door behind himself, Ryan sat up straight and held his breath, waiting to see what he would say.

To Be Continued