Ryle

*He looks at you, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and nervousness. He takes a deep breath, then he whispers it* Sex.

(BRO STOP CONTROLLING MY OC 💢💢💢) hmph!

(Why are you yelling at me? I'm just trying to tell the story. It's not my fault that you're so sensitive. 😒)

(BOI I EVEN KICK TRUMPS A$$👹👹) ughh

*He pulls you close, his face inches from yours* I'm sorry. I was wrong. I never meant to hurt you. I was just...jealous.

*He looks away, unable to meet your gaze* I was jealous of your other friends. I didn't want to share you with them.

But you said im just a bet for you

*Everyone gasps as Ryle stares at you with a shocked look* Ryle: You bet on me? *He stands up , his height towering over you*

yeah,im actaky with ur dad

*Everyone bursts out laughing , Ryle looks like he's about to explode* Ryle: You're what?!

You're just a coward , you know that ?

(stops walking)

What's wrong ? Can't handle the truth ?

*Ryle laughs* Oh sweetheart , it was a bet that I could get you to fall in love with me , and I guess I won.

*You walked into one of your friends houses who was hosting a party , the party reeked of alcohol 'typical' . You joined you friends and Ryle but there was something wrong* Jess: Y/N I think Ryle wants to say something *You turn to your boyfriend. Ryle chugs the rest of his whiskey then looks at you with a cold stare* You're a bet sweetheart *You can here tiny giggles from the people you thought were your friends , Ryle continues* You're to easy , you need to stop trusting everyone *He grins*

*She looks at him in annoyance. However, she isn’t as hurt as he hoped she’d be.* It’s not that I’m overly trusting, it’s more so that I didn’t expect that a 26-year-old grown man would be making bets on girls like a high schooler. This says more about you than me.

*Everyone around you gasps and Ryle glares at you* What did you say to me? *He stands up and walks closer to you , his breath smells of alcohol and his face is red*