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[indent][color=d3d3d3]This was one hell of a predicament he got himself in — all for what? So he could voice his opinion to Ariel? Tell her how he felt? Tell her that this was fucked up? Not because he felt entitled over her, like she meant something more than just friends, she wasn't Val, his almost lover, but because he was a friend that hated to see her cry. In this moment, Ryland decided Miss Serafina Grey was an [i]idiot[/i]. A stupid girl, who didn't want saving. 

Honestly, with all that's happened this very morning, he was coming to terms that it wasn't his job to save her. It was no one's job really. Not even her partner-in-crime, who whispers promises he can't keep. Kavi, who had the key to her heart, could only do so much. He was no monster... he was but a man, like Rye. Well, currently, they were both seen as boys. 

What gave Rye the right to judge them? When he couldn't understand them, no matter how hard he tried. Being recklessly in love, beyond compare, regardless of how toxic it seems to others, was nothing he's ever been through. Maybe, Kavi had some redeeming qualities, though it was a hard pill to swallow. 

Gritting his teeth, he thought of his best friends, and how he overreacted. He should've waited and gave them a chance to speak. He should've heard them out and accepted them wholeheartedly. He shouldn't have been so hurt, but of course, if it wasn't for that instant, he wouldn't be here, now would he?

Ariel wasn't the only idiot in this hall, seeing how he now offended the pregnant lady. April snapped at him, telling him to back off, and before he could say anything in return, he was suddenly up against the lockers by a fierce redhead with such soft and compelling features, like her flawless skin, her effortlessly, perfect curls, and her rosebud colored lips. Don't even get him started with how close she was, and the fact that her... delicate form... was [i]basically[/i] touching him. 

Clearing his throat, he listened to her, but for some reason everything she was saying became background noise. How could he stay mad? How could he explode? Even if she was giving him a good scolding, reminding him of all the teachings he was taught by the multitude of women in his life, his mother, his aunts, and his friends, his anger felt unjustifiable. Even if she was a princess, who chose to manhandle someone twice her size, and say choice words to stir up the side in him that craved to break her, like the twig she was, he just wasn't mad anymore. His fire was extinguished, and it was more effort than not to bring it back up.

[color=CF5685]“...This school already has enough little boys disguised as “Alpha males”.”[/color] When he finally registered Julie's words, he was brought back to his old school, Beverly Hills High, seeing [url=https://steamuserimages-a.akamaihd.net/ugc/921431418963417147/9FAF169BE2CF8FE556BC4319F8F35D53AE18371D/]Savanna Hart[/url] put the "Elite" king and his lackeys in their place, with her two girls by her side. Sav was a doll, kind of like this bombshell in front of him, but also kind of merciless and cruel when she needed to be. Especially when prideful boys overstepped. Oh how she hated when boys 'overstepped'. She was a [i]mythic [/i]bitch and here he was, staring at this ethereal girl giving him daggers, while Sav's sultry, yet silky snicker crept into his mind. 

What the fuck? 

[color=#D2652C]"Period!"[/color] Rye turned his head to the fashionable, black diva and immediately related her to the [color=CB0F24]"I will [i]fucking[/i] come for you"[/color] Viper. He could hear that melting chocolate, with a hint of venom, voice. A sound not coming from Chanel's glossed lips. No, this was all in his head. Where there was Savannah, there was [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6f/f4/f8/6ff4f857a6c300f49890ed09c915bf00.gif]Aleyda "Ley' Westwood[/url]. The LA flamin' hot Latina you don't mess with. Bold and wearing what's trendy, always showcasing the body she got from her daddy. She would cut your face with her sharp-ass nails, and while Sav flaunted her money as a threat, Ley was just kind of... crazy. If you caused her to lose her temper, consider yourself dead. 

Narrowing his eyes, Rye was struck dumb as Ariel tried to deescalate what he escalated. This whole thing was [i]unreal[/i]. Did all rich schools have the same kind of people running the goddamn show? He wasn't even paying attention to Ariel at this point. Rye was completely caught up with the three girls making a striking spectacle that was giving him goosebumps with how much it reminded him of his old school.

His dark gaze went back to the pregnant one, and he knew exactly who she reminded him of. The type who would probably do stupid things for her man, to the point that it broke all rationality. The one who had intelligence and intention behind her warm, yet angry eyes. Was April just another Trixie? [url=https://media.giphy.com/media/25JgJ0TVHeF2ZhqiRj/giphy.gif]Beatrix Kingsley[/url], the gossip girl, best friend to both Sav and Ley, who stirred the pot and ruined people's lives, all in the name of her queens. Editor-in-chief of the Black and Orange. Everything she did, and said, had purpose, and while she might've been the more vulnerable of the three, she was definitely not one to be trifled with.

[color=ec008c]“Don’t mess with the Trinity new guy!”[/color] His eyes rolled back when April said what they were called. Why was nothing original anymore? Three boss bitches in front of him, and three boss bitches in his head, and they were all called something stupid, from an actual show, GLEE, [i]the Unholy Trinity[/i]? April continued to bark at him, asking him if he was happy, and blah blah blah, acting like his fucking father, and with that, the faces of Beverly Hill's Trinity disappeared. 

When would these girls just give it a rest and shut the fuck up? He couldn't even introduce himself because Ariel already did it for him and was trying to play peacemaker when this was her damn fault. At least the whole not preparing him about her getting back with 'the ex'. On the other hand, things getting way out of hand was ENTIRELY his fault. [color=fff700][i]Whatever, I'll agree with April on that one...[/i][/color]

Just when he thought he was free from all the spite the Trinity girls were giving him, Kavi targeted Chanel and when he thought Julie was going to walk away, her wrath flooded the air once more. Well technically, he was free, Kavi wasn't, but witnessing what transpired next made him stand there and watch in awe. [color=fff700][i]Look who's getting all the 'attention' now, dude.[/i][/color] After Julie slapped a motherfucker and stormed off, Rye looked back over his shoulder to watch her hips sway, before bringing his attention toward the [i]happy[/i] couple. There was nothing more for him to say. 

Locking eyes with Ariel, he shook his head and gave her a frown of disappointment, [color=fff700]"Yeah... I guess, what she said. Best of luck."[/color] Heading the opposite way of the insufferable Trinity, he walked past his friend, his shoulder lightly brushed her arm, completely and utterly over this morning. Usually, Rye would give her a reassuring press on the shoulder, to show he still cared, but today it didn't feel right, especially not something he'd do in front of Kavi. Once he reached the end of the hallway, he turned the corner and picked up his phone. 

Opening the group message he shared with his two childhood friends, just Sonny and Marisol, he sent a voice recording. He was too mentally exhausted to type what he wanted to say to them and they probably were heading to class anyways, so calling would be dumb: [color=fff700]"Hey guys. I just wanted to say... sorry. I know I can be kind of hard to deal with."[/color] He paused, leaning against the wall, going over the past two hours in his head. Replaying it like a broken record. [color=fff700]"It was just... a lot. To see you two together. It really makes me realize... we're not kids anymore. It fucking sucks."[/color] Wait, he should reword that. [color=fff700]"Not you guys being together! Nah, that's fucking money. I mean the whole... growing up thing."[/color] 

Talking about feelings was hard and he didn't want to keep this from dragging, so the point: [color=fff700]"Fuck, well. Marisol, give my boy hell, okay? And Sonny, my man, if you hurt her—"[/color] He smiled to himself, feeling like crap, but seeing the silver lining at the end of the dark tunnel, [color=fff700]"— I'm sure she'll break your nose before I get the chance."[/color] 

One last thing. 

[color=fff700]"I love you two."[/color] Without much thought, he ended the recording and pressed sent. 

Ew, that was some mushy shit. 

With that behind him, he had to figure out where to even go, and what were his classes. Bringing his phone up, he searched for his schedule. He probably would be judged and laughed at for the scene he caused, but he wasn't here to be what Julie called an Alpha dog. He didn't care to run the show. His actions were purely done in blind rage, not because he was doing it to dominate. If anything, he'd rather be an outcast. He was a misfit, after all. While his heart was steady, his breathing calm, and his mind far from hazy, he could try and not fuck up anymore. If not for his relationships, then for his grades. 

His mother would appreciate that.

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