Summary: I'd never in my life wanted to be a spoon, except for that exact moment. Stupid hormones.
It was disgusting; stupid hormones. I was sitting there, practically drooling at him eating my ice cream. I'd never in my life wanted to be a spoon, except for that exact moment. I couldn't help it.
Ryan was just so wrong. If it wasn't for that stupidly adorable haircut and clear sapphire eyes, I'd probably never even speak to him, but they kept drawing me in. He made me stupid and loud and annoying. Or maybe it was the fumes from the cafeteria that were affecting my brain. Poor air circulation must've been the culprit, right? He'd asked for my McFlurry. I'd handed it to him without hesitation which earned me a few knowing glances from my friends sitting across from me.