2. Fuck-Fat-Ducks

Emara Stone

Ryan is six feet tall, a package of pure terror dressed in leather. Warnings are written all over him that keep everyone four steps away from him.

His shoulders look broad, rigged and vigorous under his black leather jacket. His jet black hair falls menacingly on his dark sunglasses that hide his hash brown catastrophic eyes.

Ryan is so hot that the government should ban him from walking on streets.. with clothes on.

He, along with the other two guys, open the car doors all together as if they had planned and set up a timer. They all climb out smoothly like a pro.

Probably practiced a hundred times in a day to achieve such expertise.

One of them is Daniel, the freaky one. You can hear different stories about him from different people like getting caught in the girl's bathroom, blowing up the chemistry lab, masturbating in the Director's cabin, and whatnot.

Another one is Daniel's brother, Drake, who is walking on his brother's path. These two are highly unpredictable and savage.

Whereas Ryan is hot and brutal at the same time. A healthy person can get cancer just by looking at him, whereas girls can get pregnant with his one smile. He is lethal in every way, and he knows it very well.

I feel like to remove my panties and throw them at his face screaming, 'Catch me if you can!'

But I ain't stupid, I know he is dangerous.

Ryan and Daniel, both are in senior years, whereas Drake and Rose are freshmen and my classmates. Their fathers are one of the top business executives in the states and close buds of our college's trustee.

They are infamous for their dick moves. Nobody comes in between their matters, not even professors.

Rumours has it he belongs to some illegal group, like an underworld fighting gang. But other than the rumours, I knew he is an asshole when he uploaded his private sexchat with a girl, humiliating her in front of thousands of people while they all enjoyed making fun of her.

Being ashamed that girl changed college within a week. He is evil and so are his ways. I would prefer two galaxies distance between us.

I pull out my phone and secretly take pictures of them, especially their clothes, so it would be easy for me to describe them later. For my book.

But I wonder how does he smells like?

I need to know, is it spice and if his hair smell nice, or is it tutti-fruity and he smells like a booty?

I need to know this important detail. I need to smell him.

I tuck all of my hair in the hoodie and keep my head low as I walk in their direction. I fist my fingers so they don’t run around touching Ryan, or grab on to his jacket to feel its leather.

No licking. Just smelling. I remind myself.

My heart rattles violently as my feet get nearer and nearer to them. The wind smells fresh, like love in the air as I slowly proceed with my sore nose to smell his rich, mystic, orgasmic scent.

I look back just to assure that no one is around us. Even if I get punched, I don’t want that scene to be in everybody’s gallery.

As soon as I turn around, my nose collides with some hardwood material. My head flips back along with my sore nose as I stumble back with the collision. Fuck-fat-ducks!

“Watch where you go.” Someone growled.

I look up and see Shawn, a senior and another member of Ryan's group. He got bruises below his right eye, a cut on his lower lip and scratches on his left cheek like someone took out a good frustration on him.

"Where is Mendes? Hiding in skirts?" Ryan's husky voice penetrates through me as he walks towards Shawn, removing his glasses. His right eye is swelled too, the swollen area under his eye is turned into an ugly bluish-green bruise.

My knees wobble like cable wires as I watch the main character of my story from close up. I get aware of our closeness as I smell his smoky Cologne's scent. My nose gets erect as I sniff him.

Ryan smells of raw masculinity. Cardamom, with a pinch of lavender and a faint scent of sensual spices. He smells like a veil of mystery and darkness.

Suddenly his hash brown eyes collide with mine as he looks down at me with frowns. All the flowing blood in me freezes at the intensity of his burning eyes.

“What you looking at?” His tone harsh and so does his stare.

Is he.. Is he.. OhMyGod! Is he talking to me?

Ryan’s eyes are so brown like a glass of whiskey. I couldn't move or blink. It's like his eyes hold mine as a captive, like a bondage slave.

My instincts rise, I turn around instantly and learn that I was standing in between their group, like a sacrificial lamb in a cult. That’s way too close than I had planned.

I cautiously take a step back and freeze as I realise I stepped on something.. or someone. I look down and see a dark brown print of my shoe on white Jordans that shines brighter than my teeth.

Fuckery-Fuck!

My eyes follow the legs of the shoe owner and find Ryan’s murderous glare static on me. Oh no, not today Satan!

With a face that is both aristocratic and brutal, Ryan looks like a notorious wanted mafia leader, but sexier.

“Clean it.” Two words enough to shake my titties.

I gulp as I watch him in absolute fright. “Dude, didn’t you hear? He said clean it.” Daniel barks from behind. Does he think I am a guy?

I thought I was a pretty girl.

I take a deep breath and balance myself on one leg as I carefully pull out my foot from my shoe and clean the mark on his Jordans with the help of my sock.

Ryan and his minions watch me in dubiety as I wipe the dust off his shoes, making them cleaner than before. “Done.” I smile brighter than his Jordans.

My parents are so lucky to have a genius kid like me at their home.

“Get lost.” I flinch back as Ryan scowls at me and walks away, followed by his annoying bitches and their piercing stare.

After spending one minute and twelve seconds with him, I can be sure of one thing that…

He is a piece of shit!