Go Hetero… Maybe… (ch. 4)

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(Back to a more Quill centered pov) It was finally their last class, by far the worst, but definitely the last. After a long, gruelingly silent English class, everyone finally got to go to their lockers and get their bags. Quill packed her few school things in her bag and closed her locker, revealing Ryder leaning on the locker next hers, backpack slung over her shoulder. Quill jumped back a little, grabbing her chest, “Jeez, Ryder,” she said, “You scared me.” “Sorry,” Ryder mumbled. “It’s alright.” “Are you okay?” Quill’s mind popped back to the moment in the locker room, “Yeah… I’m good.” “Are you sure? You seem uncomfortable.” “No, I’m okay. I promise.” Ryder nodded slowly, “We should get back to class. They’re gonna call the busses soon.” Quill nodded. They walked back to class in silence, plopping back down in their seats. “Are you doing anything after school?” Ryder asked. Quill was apparently daydreaming about Ryder's eyes again because she jumped at the sound of Ryder’s voice. “Um… uh… no,” Quill said quickly. “Do you wanna go on a walk after school?” “Sure.” They didn’t say much of anything after that until they got on the bus. Quill sat with her earbuds in, head resting against the window, just staring into the distance. Suddenly one of her ear buds popped out and she heard Ryder say, “Quill.” Quill turned to her, still not fully back to reality. She shook her head, “Sorry, I zoned out,” she said, “What do you need?” “We’re almost at your street.” “Oh.” “Are you sure you’re alright? You have been zoning out a lot today.” “Yeah, I’m alright, just tired.” That was a lie. Ever since gym, all Quill was able to think about was Ryder. The way she walked, the way she talked, the way she smiled, the way her eyes shined, all the little things she had never focused on before. When they got to her stop she waved bye to Ryder, slowly making her way down the aisle. Her bus was always cramped, one of the many cons of riding the bus. The only good part about it was that she always sat with Ryder. After the seemingly eternal walk down the bus isle, Quill finally hopped off the last step. She started walking down her street, looking over and seeing Ryder get off at the street adjacent to hers. It was a nice day out. The weather had started to get nicer, leading up to summer. “Only a couple months,” Quill thought, “Then it’ll be summer.” She got to her house and ran upstairs, plopping down on her bed. She checked her phone, scrolling through missed messages. There was at least 30 from the group chat with her friends. It was a group chat with her friend James, her friend August, her friend Aspen, her friend Drew, Ryder, and, obviously, her. After looking through all the messages, Quill heard her doorbell. “Quill, get the door!” Her mom yelled. “Okay!” Quill yelled back. Quill jogged down the stair and opened the door to reveal Ryder. “Are you ready for our walk?” Ryder asked. Quill stared at her. She had a pair of jean shorts, a band t-shirt, and a pair of white converse. She looked amazing… like really… really amazing. She realized she was staring and said, “Yeah!” They walked down Quill’s driveway and down her street. Ryder and she lived on streets parallel to each other, but they were connected by a bunch of other streets. It was a really good neighborhood to walk or bike in because all the streets were connected in some way. They walked in silence for a moment before Ryder started asking about the English homework. Quill thought back to English class and realized she didn’t know. She had been too distracted by her confusing feelings about Ryder that she hadn’t been paying attention. They walked in silence for a couple more minutes. It wasn’t awkward silence, there just wasn’t anything to talk about. Quill looked down at the way Ryder’s hand swung so close to hers, the way it brushed against her knuckles as it swung by her side. “Just grab her hand,” Quill thought, “Just grab it and see how it is. Maybe it will help you figure it out.” After a minute of thinking more, Quill slowly reached for Ryder’s hand, intertwining their fingers. Quill had been thinking about it all day, but when Ryder looked up at her and smiled, she knew, she liked Ryder.