[code]Important Message From ፈዳኡᎅፀዐᎄ ሡቺኦህቺዶ[/code]
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From: The Digimon Kaiser
Date: ቹጆጆዑዲ
To: Arianna 'Ryan' Mayez
Subject: Important Message From ፈዳኡᎅፀዐᎄ ሡቺኦህቺዶ[/code][/indent]
[indent][indent][code]Oops… why didn’t you tell me you had a boyfriend :-([/code][/indent]
[sub][color=85afd1][h3]r y a n   m a y e z[/h3][/color][/sub][/indent]
	Trying her hardest to clench her jaw shut and hold back her tongue, Ryan gritted her teeth behind closed lips, tense in anger as she shot arrows of putrid anger at Bart. Why was he so… [i]stupid?[/i]  She was clearly irritated, and her blazer felt noticeably uncomfortable.  In general, Ryan enjoyed her blazer, it was something that made her feel more confident -- a uniformity between both genders at SCPS, but at this moment, she wanted nothing to do with it. Even going outside seemed daunting enough with the lack of coverage to cover the sun’s heat.  She should not have agreed to eat outside with [i]Brandon.[/i]  However, her word was her word, and even if she did lie by making up some excuse as to why she did not meet him outside, Mr. Stupid was definitely going to bother her about it until she tried to beat him up, again, which seemed even more like a faulty decision by the looks of how much he had grown since she last saw him.

	[i]If I was Baalmon, this wouldn’t be a problem,[/i] Ryan silently thought to herself, ignoring any opportunity to reply to Bart.  She had nothing to say to him. Although, the idea of lying and saying she had some Club Meeting or [i]whatever[/i] to attend was very tempting.  She turned into complete mush around Brandon! It was embarrassing and humiliating, and [i]Bart knew.[/i]  If she lied to get out of eating lunch with them, it’d be better for her reputation with Bart.  There was [i]no[/i] way she was some sappy piece of goop, especially for some [i]stupid boy,[/i] who just so happened to be extremely good looking and definitely not stupid. Unfortunately, automation, much like the sensation she felt when Brandon had sat behind her in Calculus, lead her to follow Bart outside the school building and towards the Rugby Field.  

	Through the entire walk, Ryan wanted to quip at Bart, and try to prep him for how to [i]not[/i] act, yet she could not find it in her to say anything.  This reminded her of those several times when [i]they[/i] were in the Digital World, and her mind buried itself in those memories.  At least, Bart was good for something, and if he was going to be good for something, it might as well be for Digimon. Her head was held high through most of the walk,despite her insecure feeling as she tried effortlessly to avoid her seeming inferiority to Bart, who was carelessly holding his usual self like a potato, [i]God, he’s such a potato.[/i]

	And, he did not stop being a potato.

	Taunts and eyebrow wiggling, still lingering in her head. As they made their way to the Rugby Field. It was awkward.  Ryan could not beat the feeling.  It was making her frustrated like a fist clenching the end of her blazer frustrated.  At least, her blazer was helping with something.  She still wanted to rid her body of it. Her cheeks were burning.  To make matters worse, she knew she had been in way worse situations than this.  For fuck’s sake, she had almost died -- how many times over the summer?  God, too many to even begin counting.  Although, if she was feeling really courageous, she’d count them at night along with the cars that passed by her window and broke the darkness of her bedroom.  The number of cars never won. [i]Enough about cars![/i]  She had literally saved a whole fucking [i]world,[/i] yet when it came to social stuff like this, [i]especially[/i] with Bartholomew, who [i]went through the exact same thing as her,[/i] she was losing her shits. All she really wanted to do was lose her blazer and more specifically, lose the potato, [i]A.K.A.: Bart.[/i]

	The three students were nearly at the Rugby Field when Brandon’s voice broke the entropic annoyances running through Ryan’s thoughts, [color=afd2d5]“How long have you known each other?”[/color]  Her eyes glanced up at him, swelling in amazement at his voice, [i]again.[/i] It was literally the worst and best thing ever. And, all she could do was pass up the question off to Bart, who -- she only after some awkward pause -- was not who the direction was directed at.

	[i]God, kill me, now.[/i]

	[color=85afd1]“Oh, uhh. Not that long, really,”[/color] Ryan attempted to brush off the question.  Her eyes scanned his face for any cues that might want to prolong the subject or inquire further. However, as she did so, she noted his jacket.  He wasn’t wearing a blazer. It wasn’t--how did she? [color=85afd1]“You’re on the Varsity Team?”[/color] she automatically asked.  Her voice, normally resting in a lower state, had managed to pitch into a much girlier range of vocals. [i]No wonder he looks like an Olympian God.[/i] He was only a Sophomore.  Sophomores normally did not have Letter Jackets.  Her eyes quickly glanced at Bart, and Brandon [i]wanted[/i] to be Bart’s friend. 

	Brandon responded.  The words were vague in her head as she relented her adventures in the Digital World and sized up Bart, again.  He had grown… And, she was feeling small and girlish, especially under her maroon, tailored jacket. There was something horrific about what had happened in the Digital World, yet there were so many things she missed about the parallel universe.  It was saddening, and she had been lamenting over it, all those nights she counted her victories. Plus, it was confusing that she [i]hated[/i] Bart so much. He understood that part of her, as would Rubani and Dante. [i]Ugh! Why did Bart have to be such a fucking sack of potatoes? And why couldn’t Bart just be Rubani or Dante, instead?[/i]

	It was obvious Ryan was not paying attention to him.  Brandon cut his humble boast short as he eyed Ryan.  She was not following the line of conversation like he had expected.  Although, he had not really thought about her trying to hijack the conversation by mentioning his Letterman Jacket.  It made sense, though. It was pretty impressive. Except, she clearly was not interested. She was a strange girl. Who was he kidding?  They all were.  He was definitely not about to give up, though. Giving up was what sore losers did, and he, for one, was [i]not[/i] a sore loser. He was on the Varsity Rugby Team, for primitive starters.

	[color=afd2d5]“We can sit here,”[/color] Brandon extended his hand to motion towards a vacant spot (amongst the many) on the bleachers by the Field.  He enjoyed watching Ryan follow his lead, despite having lost her mentally.  She was probably just hungry and needed something to eat.  Besides, it would be silly to think he had that much persuasion over her, already. 

	She seemed like a stubborn person. However, Ryan did not think she was stubborn.  She thought she was right. Bart was an obnoxious potato. She had missed almost everything Brandon had said about his amazing rugby skills because she was so bloody worried about her [i]friend.[/i]  Yeah, if Brandon mentioned anything about Bart and her being close friends, again, she would make sure to clarify the fact that they were both [i]just[/i] friends. There was no other reason why he would ask about Bar--unless, maybe he only wanted to be friends with Ryan because he thought Bart was cool? 

	Her lips dipped into a frown as she looked over at Bart, decidedly reminding herself of what she told herself before walking into school this morning.  She did [i]not[/i] have time for stupid boy-- [color=fff200]"Whath yof goys habin foh lanch?"[/color] Bart's mouth was full of fucking food, and she could barely make out what he was saying.  Ryan felt her knitted lips separate in hesitation of answering before quickly having the tip of her tongue bring her lower lip forward to be nipped by her upper teeth.

	[color=85afd1]“You shouldn’t talk with food in your mouth,”[/color] she narrowed her eyes, trying to regain her composure.  The word, [i]Idiot[/i] whispered from under her breath as she rolled her eyes into a close, [color=85afd1]“I am having a peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwich,”[/color]  a sarcastic smirk replaced her grimace as she turned towards her book bag.  Her fingers were tracing the locket, waiting for the right moment to flip the trinket to unhinge the closing when she heard the footsteps of another student vibrate through the gray metal of the bleachers. Ryan paused her fingers and lifted her head, and her shoulders rested.  It was Esther. [i]Thank God.[/i] [color=85afd1]“Esther, you found me,”[/color] she mused, and her sarcastic smirk widened into something more adjusted and less bitchy.

	[color=ebe8c7]“Of course, I did.  Girl, you know me,”[/color] she winked as her voice fluttered along with her footsteps.  A small hint of jealousy pained Ryan as she realized Esther was much more capable of nabbing Brandon’s advances than she ever would be, and that would be without the added baggage of Bart.  Esther’s attention drifted from Ryan to Bart, mouth still stuffed, [color=ebe8c7]“I didn’t know you had a [i]boyfriend,[/i] Ryan,”[/color] Esther mockingly joked as she quickly took a seat next to him, showing little to no regard to whether he was her boyfriend or not.  Ryan was probably a lesby, anyways, and she was ready for the oncoming temper tantrum. 

	[color=85afd1]”He’s [i]not[/i] my boyfriend,”[/color] Ryan concealed, trying to keep her cool. Brandon was only several steps over, [color=85afd1]“He’s a… a friend, I guess,”[/color] Ryan let the relation slide. [color=85afd1]“Kind of like a brother.”[/color] Referring to him as a brother was the easiest way to assume friend-zone and an obvious spot of her availability for Br-...Ryan kept her smirk, forcebly.  She did not want to be in a relationship, and yet here she was, defending her honor to be readily willing to be in one. [i]Stupid Esther. Stupid Brandon. And stupid… Bart.[/i]

	[color=ebe8c7]“Oh, well,”[/color] Esther smiled at Bart, [color=ebe8c7]“Since Ryan’s not going to introduce us, I’ll have the honors. I’m Esther,”[/color] she held out her hand to Bart.