ʀ ʏ ᴀ ɴ  ᴍ ᴀ ʏ ᴇ ᴢ : 

[indent][indent] ᴛ ʜ ᴇ  ᴅ ɪ ɢ ɪ ᴛ ᴀ ʟ  ᴡ ᴏ ʀ ʟ ᴅ :  [sub][b]S T U P I D   B O Y[/b][/sub][/indent][/indent][hr]Ryan knew her cheeks were flushing. She could feel the burning sensation begin to take over the rounds of her face despite the cool, crisp, forest air.  Her lips pursed tightly together as her front tooth nipped angrily on her bottom lip, sucked inwards.  There were so many thoughts scrambling through Ryan’s mind, she was having a hard time plucking anything coherent to exude until her narrowed eyes focused on the blonde haired boy, with those popular square framed nerd glasses set over his eyes.  His face was still roundish in youth despite his fairly square jawline.  She would not have taken much note of his boyish and lithe physique if he was not trying to act like a ‘reckless macho man.’ The boy’s juvenile voice was just as irritating to mind, as well.

“Hey!” Ryan called out at him.  She could vaguely hear the replication of her own mother’s nagging vocals as she spoke. A split-second of drawing back from the truth made her wince, but it ticked by so quickly that it was hardly noticeable aside from the automatic fist tug of her jacket's sleeve. She had something more important to do than over-analyze her own biological misfortunes.  The stupid kid was going to get himself hurt, again — if he got hurt the first time.  [i]What a freaking idiot.[/i]  The boy was too wound-up in his own immature need to get some [i]toy gadget[/i] back into his possession. They were in the middle of some weird-ass place with no idea what they were doing.  The last thing they needed to do was chase those fluff-ball monsters further into this maze of a mess!

Her dark boots taking several steps forward, clunked imprints into the ground and began jogging after the boy.  As his pace picked up speed, Ryan’s boots started digging more quickly into the dirt, “What the [i]Hell[/i] are you thinking?” Her words were a bit huffy from the swift movements against the slightly uneven terrain, but she was still stern.  The boy was a lot faster than she had originally thought, which stirred her frustrations further. However, she immediately brushed off the muscular differences by blaming her long hair, caught off-guard in the race… or rather, sudden shift of movement. 

Flustered by his stubborn, unyielding attitude -- admittedly relentless to her demands -- Ryan’s usual athletic nature seemed build up momentum in her pursuit, and she called after him, again, “You’re going to get fucking hurt, you idiot!” Glancing at the taunting creatures floating further and further away, Ryan thought of slowing herself, but she became certain that the stupid boy was going to get himself lost.  The last thing he needed was to be lost all by himself alongside his [i]dumbass[/i] recklessness.  Although, she did have a small pain in her chest that made her want to retrieve her own watch, not that she needed to be controlled by such trivial things like some other person she knew.