Ryder centered pov )) Ryder felt Quill’s hand slowly slip into hers, a mix of shock and happiness hitting her all at once. “I can’t like Quill, right?” She thought, “I like Jake.” But she didn’t really like Jake. Jake was one of those popular sports kids, one of those kids who didn’t care about anyone but themselves. She thought she knew what liking someone felt like. She thought that feeling was what she had for Jake. She was wrong. The feelings she felt for Jake were a mix of disgust and peer pressure to date one of the popular boys. She felt something completely different for Quill, something she hadn’t noticed until that very moment, something that made her breath hitch when she looked up at Quill. Her face went red. “She can’t possibly like me,” she thought, “Don’t get your hopes up.” The next words out of Quill’s mouth hit Ryder like a rock. “I like you,” Quill said, looking down at Ryder, “I really like you.” Ryder stared in awe at Quill, her brain not processing what she had said. Quill let go of Ryder’s hand, pulling it to her chest, terror in her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she said repeating it over and over again. Ryder shook out of her haze and saw Quill slowly backing up, looking scared. Ryder put her hands in front of her, “No-no, hey, it’s okay, it’s okay,” she said quickly, “I like you too.” Quill stopped backing up, arms still in a t-rex position on her chest. “You do?” She asked. “Yes, yes I do,” Ryder breathed out happily. Quill smiled, looking Ryder up and down. They both stood there for a minute more in silence, but they finally took each other’s hand and kept walking, “So that’s why you were being weird in gym,” Ryder said. “I don’t wanna hear it,” Quill said, squeezing Ryder’s hand.
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