A Beautiful Choice (Beautiful, #5)

Scrunching his eyebrows together, Ryder tilted his head to the side. “Cocky, much?”


Shaking my head, I said, “Nope.” I paused for dramatic effect. “I like to think of it as confident.”

“Fucker.” Ryder chuckled as he punched me in the arm. “You’re the cheesiest motherfucker I know.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” I laughed out loud.

“The choice is totally up to you, dude,” Ryder said as he shook his head back and forth.

“Whatever, asshole,” I let out with a chuckle.

“But seriously, dude,” Ryder said.

“Yeah?”

Walking over to me, Ryder stood directly in front of me. His chest pushed out. His nostrils flaring. His eyes glaring directly into mine. “If you hurt a single hair on her head, I will beat the living fuck out of you.”

My lips started to twitch up into a smile and I watched as his eyes quickly leave mine and glance down at my mouth. Flicking his eyes back to mine, he asked, “Is that a problem?”

“Nah, man,” I joked.

“I’m serious, Gabe,” Ryder said with a bit of annoyance.

Turning to look at him, I let out a breath. I nodded my head. “I know you are, man.” I couldn’t help it. A little chuckle resonated in my belly and came out of my mouth.

“Then why are you laughing, you asshole?” Ryder asked with a bit of humor in his voice.

“Because you are actually serious,” I stated. Ryder just stared at me with a stupid look on his face so I continued. “Dude, are you fucking serious right now?”

With a shocked expression appearing on his stupid face, his eyes searched mine. “Ummm, yeah.”

As soon as he said that, I bent over laughing. I couldn’t believe the dumb fuck actually thought he could beat me up. What a son of a bitch.

“What are you laughing at, you fuck?” Ryder mocked.

“Dude.” I paused briefly. “Sarah or no Sarah, I could kick your ass. Any day. Any time.” I shook my head. “I have no doubt.”

“Yeah, right, fucker,” Ryder said as he smacked me across the head.

“The fuck, dude!” I yelled.

“What?” Ryder asked, shocked. “I thought you could kick my ass? Any day? Any time?” Ryder mocked. He released a deep chuckle. “I knew you were full of shit, you assclown.”

“Fuck you, dude.” Changing the subject, I said, “And hurry the fuck up, dude. Find whatever you’re looking for. Coach is going to kick yours and my ass if we’re late.”

Turning around, Ryder went back to searching for whatever he was looking for. Quitting his search, Ryder waved his hands in the air and muttered, “Fuck it.” After grabbing his baseball bag, he locked his back door. We started to walk towards the baseball field.

For a minute or two there was silence, but Ryder broke it. “I’ll kick your ass, Gabe.” He paused. “I mean it.”

I stopped walking and turned towards Ryder, who was looking at me. ‘I know.”

“Good,” Ryder muttered.

As we continued our walk, I couldn’t help but think about what Ryder had said. I knew he meant it. That he would kick my ass. I just hoped that in the long run he wouldn’t have to.

***

“Hey, Sarah,” I said with a big smile on my face. I knew I looked like a lovesick puppy dog but I didn’t care. I knew I was.

It wasn’t just one thing about her in particular. It was just… her. Her smile. How she laughed. The way her mouth would open up wide, her eyes would close and her head would fall back. Not to mention how her tits would bounce up and down. They were the perfect size for my hands. I swear, my mouth would water every single fucking time I looked at them.

I wanted desperately to taste them. Just to know what it felt like to have that perfect pink nipple in my mouth, sucking on it. Lightly biting it. Being able to roll it in between my fingers and watching as little goose bumps quickly formed all over her body. Turned on by how her body would shake and quiver from my touch. And mesmerized by just how quickly that nipple, the one I rolled, sucked, nipped, licked and teased, would get hard.

And watching that would only decrease the flow to my brain and would travel its way down to my cock. Just wishing, practically on the verge of falling to my knees and begging to be inside of her tight, wet little hole.

Even though I had never had sex, I had wanted to do it. Every time I watched porn and jerked myself off, I had wished I could sink my cock into some girl’s *. But I don’t want to do it with just any girl. It’s not like I plan on marrying the girl, but I want it to be real. Not this fake shit that most people do.

Today was the second day of school. Of course I didn’t know Sarah and I had a class together. Why would she tell me that? She hated me.

***

As I walked into Astronomy class, I looked around.

“Oh great,” I heard someone mutter.

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