Ryan P.O.V

I stretch in my bed, woken up suddenly from my sleep by my angry alarm clock. I am none too happy and wish I was able to sleep more but I have to go make a living. I hop out of my bed and walk on my tippy toes to my bathroom. When I pass the mirror I notice that my hair is wild and unruly. It needs to be done but who would I go to. No time to think as I jump in the shower. The hot water cascades down my skin and I am grateful for this. Shower time is when I do my best thinking. Forgive Shane is what they want but how can I? What she did was inexcusable but some of it was my fault. I was the one that fell hard for her. What the hell was I thinking being so available, and understanding? Bringing her lunch everyday, cooking for her, giving her space. I am not fucking June Cleaver. I lost myself I let her penetrate my carefully constructed walls stupid me not her, but she still lied I hated dishonesty more than I hated her cheating. She betrayed my trust which was something I didn’t just give to anybody. No if anything we could be friends but a relationship with her no. But she said she was in love with you my heart screams at my unrelenting head but my head comes back with a snappy remark what’s love got to do with it? I submerge my body further into the stream in order to drown out the voices. I turn the shower off and parade to my roam naked. I strum through my clothes and think what to wear. I feel the need to be wild, I’m tired of being sweet demure Ryan. I decide on a pair of tan shorts, a red halter that accentuated my full chest, a pair of black fuck me heels and my black biker jacket. I decide to let my hair dry naturally and but on my big gold earring, grab my camera equipment, and leave. I walk out the door and see Shane’s truck. She is crawled in a ball with her head resting on the window. The old Ryan would have probably woke her up, let her take a shower, and give her breakfast but to hell with it. The old Ryan got her heart broken and the new Ryan was pissed off. She wanted Carmen, and I made it clear that she could have her but she still wanted to chase me. I put on my shades, hop on my bike, and ref my engine by her truck. She wakes up startled and finally makes eye contact with me. She starts to speak but I drive off speeding down the block. I could be a real bitch when I wanted.