Charlotte March. 17;
Something that not everyone knew how to love.

Land of No Return

ryderhastings:

Ryder stands across from her as she rambles on, continuing to twirl his keys. His head slightly tilted from side to side as he contemplated what to do next. When the blonde was finished talking, an idea sprung inside his head. An almost sadistic smirk formed on his face. Before the voice in his head that knew right from wrong could tell him otherwise, he reached out and scooped her up in his arms.

He carried her a few feet away from his car, ignoring all of the protests and flailing that she made. When he set her down, he walked back to his car and slid into the driver’s seat. The keys found their way into the ignition and he turned up the radio almost as loud as it could go. Rolling his window down, he leaned over the passenger seat to talk to the fuming blonde. “If you want me to do those worksheets, you better get in.”

"What…are…you doing?!" She exclaimed, trying to jump out of his arms as he carried her a few feet away from where they currently were. Before she knew it, her feet were planted on the ground and she watched, frozen, as Ryder walked back to his car, started it, and drove over to her. Lips slightly parted, a confused expression on her face, and the music not helping her think straight, in the slightest, Charlie shook her head, running her fingers through her blonde locks, frustrated at the boy with the smirk in front of her.  She hesistated, looking back at the school, then back at Ryder before letting out a groan. She opened the door and quickly sat down, making sure to buckle up her seatbelt before Ryder went speeding out of the parking lot.

She was fairly certain he didn’t expect her to get into the car, he was acting like a madman. “That was pointless. Carrying me from your car, and then driving over to get me.” She commented, dryly. She couldn’t take his loud music any longer, and reached over and turned the dial down, “where are you taking me?”

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ryderhastings:

Ryder kept walking away from her, trying his hardest to put any kind of distance between himself and this girl that was hell bent on harassing him. He laughed almost hysterically to himself. “And what are you gonna do about it, barbie? Huh?” The scene before him was rather amusing; little barbie chasing after him because he wouldn’t do his homework. Still laughing, he continued to make his way through the parking lot before he found his car.

He could hear Barbie rambling on behind him, about how he wouldn’t graduate with his class if he kept slacking, what a disappointment he would be. This earned an eye roll from Ryder that Barbie couldn’t see. When his black mustang came into sight, he reached into his pocket for his keys. As if on cue, Barbie moved to stand in front of him. Ryder twirled his keys impatiently in his hand. He stood there, highly amused with an unmistakable smirk on his face. This girl would just not give up. And she was testing his patience. “Are you going to move, barbie? Or am I going to have to move you myself?”

Charlotte was absolutely fuming as she followed the boy out of the school, her blonde locking bouncing with every step she took. His laughter only infuriating her more. “Why are you so difficult?” She said, more to herself than to him. She didn’t have the slightest clue about what to do, so she ignored his question; she was working by pure adrenaline, she didn’t have a plan on how to get him back into the tutoring center. Fighting with your pupil in the student parking lot was definitely not on the blonde’s agenda. 

"What are you going to do, throw me?" She asked, giving him half a laugh, "you aren’t that strong." She said, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "I have never not succeeded with anyone I’ve tutored, and sorry to say, but  you are no exception, Ryder Hastings." Her blue orbs met his green ones, "I’m just asking you to complete one worksheet, why can’t you just do that?" She bit her bottom lip, looking at the black mustang behind him, "You can pick the spot that you want to do the work, as long as it isn’t some disgusting bar. Complete the questions than you’re free to drink yourself silly." She said, trying to compromise with him. "You say you aren’t stupid, so prove it."

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ryderhastings:

Ryder shrugged her arm off his shoulder, practically scoffing at her. He spun around on his heel, turning to face her. “What is it with you girls? You think you can boss me around and expect me to listen. I’m not some dog, I’m not your pet. You can’t control me. If I fail, so be it. I sure as hell won’t be coming back here.” His eyes were trained on her, glaring icily at her baby blue irises.

Stepping backwards, he held out his arms. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to find a reason for living at the bottom of a bottle.” He turned back around, laughing to himself.

To say that she was stunned by his reaction was an understatement. The carefree boy she had witnessed just an hour ago was long gone, perhaps she should have chosen a better way to go about this; but she wasn’t used to people at school treating her this way. Ryder was an enigma; there was much more to him than some obnoxious party boy, and she knew now she was treading on unknown waters. Lowering her hand that was hanging helplessly in the air, Charlotte let out a small sigh, standing up straighter. “I’m just trying to do my job.” She said, calmly. “last I checked I wasn’t out feeding you or taking you out for a walk, I’m just trying to get you to pass an English class. I’m hardly treating you like a pet.”

A moment of panic surged through her body when he told her he wouldn’t be coming back. There was no chance in hell Ryder Hastings would tarnish her reputation with the school; and possibly get her fired from tutoring in general. No, she was hired for this, and she would see it through. The girl blinked in disbelief at his words, “You’re going to drink…now? It’s barely three in the afternoon!” She said, glancing down at her watch. “Ryder, you aren’t getting away from me that easily.” She said, marching after him.

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ryderhastings:

Ryder let out a loud sigh, shaking his head. “You girls are so controlling. Do this, do that.” Nevertheless, he reached behind his ear to grab his pencil, gently twirling it between his fingers. He studied the girl intently, noticing how her cheeks flushed almost every time he said something. Perhaps, he made her nervous? Good, he thought to himself, he wanted nothing to do with her anyways. He’d rather her be afraid of him, instead of throwing herself at him like all the other girls usually did. If she was a typical girl, she would have already asked him for his number ten seconds into the conversation.

"I guess I could try, but only because you want me to, barbie.” Ryder winked at her before turning his attention to the Shakespeare questions. The answers were right in the back of his head, and he knew it. There was just no way he could focus enough to retrieve them. He stared blankly at the paper before him, almost as if he was in a trance. After a good half hour of not being able to figure out the answers, he squeezed his eyes shut before opening them tentatively. He saw the girl staring at him weirdly. This was exactly why he never bothered to try in school. Everyone would look at him strangely if he so much as read a paragraph out of a book. That’s why it was better to act oblivious and dumb.

"I’m not stupid," Is all he says before tossing his pencil to the side and standing up abruptly. He shrugged on his leather jacket and walked out, just like that.

"I’m your tutor…do you expect me to let you call the shots? Nothing would get done!" She said, exasperated, trying to keep her voice low to avoid people eavesdropping on their bickering. Charlotte refrained from rolling her eyes when he winked at her, she assumed he did that often, and any other girl on the receiving end would swoon, but not her. She was counting down the minutes until they were finished, and she could get out of there. The boy was so obviously way too into himself, she was surprised he hadn’t suffocated her with his huge ego. "I am the furthest thing from a Barbie." She murmured under her breath, only loud enough for her to hear.

The blonde watched as he attempted to get down to work, pleased with herself that she finally got him to focus on the task at hand. Charlotte opened up a book she was reading, while Ryder worked on the work sheet, murmuring to let her know if he needed any help. When she realized that she had read a single paragraph in her book about five times in a row, her eyebrows furrowed, her mind was obviously elsewhere. Putting down the book, she noticed Ryder hadn’t completed any of the questions and was just staring down at the paper. Although, she could see that he was concentrated, and trying- or at least that’s what it looked like to her. Frowning slightly, she was about to ask how he was doing, when he looked up and caught her staring. The blonde saw something flash through his eyes, and was taken aback with his sudden outburst.

Sitting there stunned for a few minutes, Charlie blinked before quickly gathering her books and stuffing them into her brown satchel before quickly chasing after Ryder, ignoring the questioning looks the other students gave her. “Hey, Ryder, wait!” The blue eyed girl said, her hand gently landing on his arm. “I already told you… I never said or thought you were stupid.” She said, with a small nod of her head, meeting his gaze. “But seriously, walking out like that just because you don’t want to read Shakespeare, that’s not going to help you pass.” She said, trying not to sound annoyed. She had never had a student walk out on her like that, although, she should have expected something of the sorts from the boy in question. “This isn’t optional, they aren’t going to let you drop out of tutoring sessions. You not cooperating is just wasting both of our time, whether you like it or not, you’re stuck with me and these lessons, so you might as well try and do the work.” She ran her fingers through her blonde hair before crossing them over her chest, biting her bottom lip as she looked back at him. 

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ryderhastings:

Ryder sat up in his seat, tentatively licking his index finger and filing through all the papers she handed to him. None of it looked familiar, the reason being because he had tossed in the trash not too long ago. He raised an eyebrow at the mentioning of Shakespeare and easy read. Shoving the papers back at her, he shook his head. “Nah, we can skip the Shakespeare shit.”

He tried not to laugh at the questioning look that she gave him. “What? You don’t think I know a little Shakespeare?” This was extremely entertaining to him, and he wondered how long he could tease her for before she gave up. Maybe he could start keeping a record on how many tutors he could scare off. Each of his elbows placed themselves on the table in front of him, one hand carelessly holding his head up.

"How does it go? Oh..yeah, right," Coughing a little to get his voice ready, he began, "To be, or not to be: that is the question, whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer, the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them? To die, to sleep…." He trailed off, beaming at her. "I might be stupid, but stupid is as stupid does."

She watched him carefully as he sifted through the coursework she had planned for his sessions, almost as if studying him. She didn’t know much about Ryder Hastings other than what she had heard from others, which usually had the ability to make her skin crawl. The blonde watched as he pushed the binder back to her, she shouldn’t have been surprised by his protests; but she was. Groaning at his term of Shakespeare shit, she shook her head. “It isn’t really optional, Ryder…” She said, calmly.

"Everyone knows a little Shakespeare." She countered, "you need to read the one required in the class, though." The girl said, as she watched his eyes glaze in pure boredom, as if he couldn’t hear her. She was about to speak when he began reciting Hamlet. She had to admit, she was rather impressed with how much he remembered, and a hint of smile tugged at her pink lips, finding the sight in front of her entertaining. The smile, of course, didn’t last long, she couldn’t be encouraging his behavior, and she needed him to take this and her, seriously. "I never said, or thought you were stupid." She said, quietly, ignoring the almost proud smile he had on his face. Taking out a sheet of questions about the play from her binder, "and while I may or may not be impressed with your ability to recite Hamlet, I need you to get this worksheet done about the first three acts of The Taming of the Shrew by today to put us back on schedule.” She slid the piece of paper along with the play over to him.

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ryderhastings:

Ryder chuckled under his breath as he sat in front of the girl. He took a few seconds to study her a little more closely before formulating a witty retort to fit her flustered expression. She had blonde hair and blue eyes; a typical good girl, he thought to himself. Shaking his head, he allowed his gaze to lock with hers, his being full of sarcasm and something else that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch, I’m here now, aren’t I?”

He smirked  at the girl’s shocked expression and lounged back in his chair. Hastily, he tapped his pencil on the table in front of him. His sandy hair was disheveled, as it usually was. After a night of partying, he never cared enough to actually style it. Impatiently, he ran a finger through some strands of hair.

"Are you going to teach me or something? Isn’t that what I’m here for?" The tone he was using hinted at slight irritation and boredom, yet he knew he was just messing with her. If he was completely honest, he really didn’t care if she taught him anything or not. He was only here because his dad threatened to send him off to boarding school if he didn’t come.

She could feel his eyes on her as she opened up her binder, finding the right section that they would be focusing on today. She had set up a time table, a list of things they needed to cover during each tutoring session in order to get Ryder caught up in his English class. The blonde looked up meeting his gaze, her eyes narrowing and lips slightly parting at him with his comment. She had a feeling this was the first of many. “Fifteen minutes late. That’s how many minutes you’ve put us behind, Ryder.” She said, recovering quickly from his words. “That’s how much of my time you’ve wasted.” She added in, hastily.

As Charlotte took in his laid back and calm demeanor, with the ever present smirk on his face, she couldn’t help but feel annoyed. His questions only heightening that emotion; shutting her eyes momentarily, before opening them again, she turned her binder so it was facing him. “So, based on where your English class is, you should be on Chapter four of The Great Gatsby.” She said, her finger pointing to week 7 of the time table she had gotten from his English teacher. “But, obviously, you’re behind…” She pointed to week two of the time table, “we’re starting with Shakespeare’s taming of the shrew. This should have been completed weeks ago. I don’t know why you didn’t bother with it. It’s probably one of  Shakespeare’s easiest reads, and most entertaining.”

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Charlotte March sat at her usual spot in the tutoring center watching the time tick by. Her black boot tapping against the metal leg of the table. “Ten minutes late…” She mumbled, shaking her head in disapproval, a look of annoyance written all over the young girl’s features. Although, if she was being honest with herself, there wasn’t anything remotely interesting she’d be doing, if she wasn’t here. Working on homework, reading a book, or working on college applications, it wasn’t like she had somewhere to be, but it was common courtesy to show up on time.

Heaving out a small sigh, the blonde folded her hands neatly in front of her. She would give the boy five more minutes, and if he wasn’t there by then, she would pack up her stuff and leave. Her eyes skimmed around the crowded tutor center, she had specifically chosen a busy time because she didn’t want to be completely alone with the boy she was being forced to tutor. It was a known fact that Charlie had trouble saying no, and something she thought that the tutoring center took advantage of that. While no one else had stepped up to take the job, Charlie only hesitated for a moment before dreadfully accepting her fate.

The room grew silent as every eye in the center drifted towards the door where a tall boy in a leather jacket stood, giving the room a once over until his eyes met hers. The girl’s bright blue eyes glared at him, trying to ignore the fact that her cheeks were heating up from the added glances from her peers around her. Perhaps she should have chosen a time where it wasn’t so crowded, after all. As the boy strolled up to her, the girl didn’t dare look away from him. “You’re late.” She said, when Ryder Hastings was finally seated in front of her.

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