Episode 2 Introduction/Ryliegh

AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! WHY IS THIS RANDOM GUY NEXT TO ME?! WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO? Okay, I'm just gonna calm down. Maybe he will leave. Maybe he is just enjoying this nice garden like me.

"Hey,"

I have officially lost all hope in the world. I don't wanna be rude, but what if he drags on about his day or some other random nonsense that I don't care about.

"Hi," I respond.

He doesn't say anything else. Maybe he doesn't want to talk to me either? I look back down at my sketchbook and continue to draw the garden.

I glance down and I notice a little keychain on his backpack. It says Quenlen. My highschool.

"Uh, You go to Quenlen High," I say.

"Yeah, how'd you know," he replied.

I don't know why I even asked. Now I actually have to conversate.

"Your keychain," I explain.

"Oh! Of course that makes more sense" he exclaimed. "I'm Dayton Ray,"

I flinch as I hear the name. My pencil leave a mark on the side of my page. Dayton Ray. Isn't that the name that everyone has been crushing on since freshmen year?

"Ryliegh," I say "Ryliegh Wikings"

"Ryliegh," he says, "That's a pretty name."

I blush a little.

"Thanks."

We go back to silence, which I'm happy with because that was so awkward. Dayton Ray is said to be the cutest, nicest, and most popular guy in school. I've never actually met him or seen him, but now that I have, I can safely say that he really lives up to his standards. Black curly hair, blue eyes. Kind of tall but not really. My guess is 5'10. Skinny but he's got some muscle on him. For som unknown reason, I kind of want to keep talking to him.

"Um what class are you in?"

I already knew the answer. I was just trying to make conversation.

"Big Guns," he said.

"Oh really me too," I reply.

OQuenlen has this weird thing where all the grades have a second nickname. Even though freshmen, sophomore, junior, and senior are more than enough.

Freshmen are call Fresh Meat because they're new. Sophomores are called the Bangers, but no one knows why. Juniors are Little Big Shots because they are the second in line for getting out of Highschool. Then finally us, the Big Guns, Seniors. We're called that because we are at the top. The oldest.

"I've never seen you at school before," he says.

"Well I'm always there," I reply.

"So I've heard," He said.

I giggle a little bit. His phone dings and he pulls it pulls it out of his pocket to check It.

"My mom wants me to bring groceries so I better get going," he explained.

He pulls a sticky-note from the front pocket of his bag along with a pen. He writes his number on it and hands it to me.

"Text me," he said, "Bye!"

He waves to me and I have back. I look at the sticky-note. There is only one thing I can do now. I have to sell it on Ebay. Then I would be set for life.

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