52. Psycho Maniac

**Emara Stone**

Ryan lifts his hand and dangerously places it right beside my skull as he casually leans, locking me between his sturdy chest and thick arm as he asks, "Hm. So what were you asking?"
My eyes peek through the open button of his black shirt and stare at one of his hard nipples that are prettily attached to his Instagram hunky chest.
*Oh god! Even his titties are attractive like a magnet.*
I gulp, feeling nervous, awkward, and anxious with our intimate closeness. I force my eyes to look up as I ask him confidently, in a low voice, "Did you... use.."
"Seduce?"
I shake my head. Tension rises in my muscles as I gaze into his brown rusty ruins and whisper oh-so slowly, "Con...dum."
My heartbeats run abnormally like a Tachycardia patient. Up and down, in and out as Ryan further leans towards me, just inches away from my face, and utters in a hushed tone, "Who is dumb?"
I take a deep breath as I witness the most unblemished skin. No spot of pimple or dark circles is tainting his clear, glowing skin as he looks back at me flawlessly. *This bitch is fucking beautiful!*
I breathe in the air of confidence, "Con... Con-Dom."
Ryan's face twitches in haywire, "Corn dumb? OH, CONDOM!" He sighs loudly, catching a few heads in our direction.
I bite my lips and timidly nod. I clench, unclench my fists nervously as I ask very quietly. "Last... night?"
"Fight?" Ryan again confusedly looks at me as he tries to read my lips sync and says, "Fight for condom?"
"No, last night."
"Last night?"
I nod and chew my lips continuously, "During... sex."
"Snacks."
I shake my head in embarrassment. Suddenly I feel shy. My cheeks burn a shade of crimson red as I whisper sheepishly, "Sex!”
"SEX?" His voice loud and clear. A few students look at us as they pass by as I hyper vent beneath Ryan. "Shh. Hmm." I curl my lips and nod at him innocently.
Ryan slowly wet his lips as he pronounces every word in absolute uncertainty. "Did. I. Use. Condom. Last. Night. During. Sex?"
I nod.
"DidIUseCondomLastNightDuringSex?" He raps it fast like Eminem.
I nod again.
My heart beats so fast and mercilessly that it may pound out of my chest anytime as I wait for the sexy butt Prince to answer whether there will be mini butts running in the kingdom after me or not.
I fidget my fingers nervously and impatiently. But Ryan stays still. Very still. As if a screw fell off from his brain or a circuit fused from inside.
His pupils are narrowed as he blankly gawks at me with no other expression. He looks like an outdated machine, a damaged piece of toy as he stays silent with a slightly open mouth.
*Is he dead? Did I blow his mind?*
A muscle flexes in his jaw. That's the only response he gives.
Suddenly out of nowhere, Ryan throws his head back and lets out an unhinged, ungodly laugh as if an evil spirit possessed his body and mind completely.
A few people step back from our surroundings as the evil Prince crackles unstably like a psycho maniac on cocaine.
*Is he okay? Did I break him?*
My stomach erupts in a flurry of tremors. I curl my tones within my shoes as a weird trepidation spike through my nervous system. I look to my sides, embarrassed by the glares of other students as I wait for him to stop laughing.
Little buttons on his shirt try to hold on to the cloth while his broad chest rises and falls as he takes deep breaths to settle down.
And when he is done, his warm breath falls on my ear as he whispers softly, "No Amara. I didn't use a condom last night."
*Oh.*
And then he looks up.
My heart farts loudly as Ryan's whiskey brown eyes collide with mine and a malicious grin spreads on his sinful lips as he sneers, "Because I pulled out."
*He pulled out?*
That means he came out, right? Out of me and my vagina.
I look up at Ryan. A sly smirk plays on his lips as his whiskey brown eyes are already concentrated on me, like an evil scientist looking at his first alien species. I gulp, nervously.
"You sure?" I ask him in a low whisper.
Ryan jerks his eyebrow, "Bonjour?"
I shake my head biting my lips, why there are so many people here? I can't even hear my own voice.
Ryan hooks his two long fingers inside my jean’s small pocket and abruptly tugs me towards him. A tiny squeal releases from me as our hips collide and I feel the uneasy middle man between our pelvis.
I look around the crowd and make awkward eye contact with some of the people which are staring at us blankly as we get cozy in the hall full of students.
Ryan leans on to me. My head is practically pushing inside the locker as his majestic face gets way too close for a conversation. The heat from his devilish body passes through his shirt and I sweat like ice cream in the summer.
"Hm... So what were you saying?" His husky voice penetrates my skin.
I panic, my soft boobies rub against Ryan's steel hard chest every time I breathe in, sending chills and sparks all over my quivering body. Holy fuckenstein!
" Are-e yo-o-u sur-r-r-e?" My voice comes out shaky and I feel my knees melting under his scorching gaze. "Pulled i-t-t out?"
"Hm." Ryan smirks. Somehow, I find his smile gorgeous and concerning both at the same time. Like he would choke me beautifully, then bury me with flowers.
I gulp.
Ryan's rough hands clutch my hips and I squeal as he leans further to me. So close that the mint in his breaths tingles my wet lips. "What are you doing tonight, Amara?" He asks smelling my hair.
Does he want to give me more of his bitchass reports to complete? *Hell no, bish!*
I take a deep breath of confidence and look up at his whiskey brown eyes. "I-I am busy. Got loads of homework to complete mass-turrd.”
Ryan nods his head, dark copper brown hair that is roughly combed, long on the top, and trimmed from the sides give him that perfect fuckboy look. "Complete it before ten." He orders me. Lolipop sucker, what?
"Why-y?" I freak the fuck out.
"I want to take you somewhere." His silken voice kisses down my spine and I shiver in response. "Where?"
Ryan smiles. Maniac, a pure lunatic psycho maniac is dripping from his eyes as he looks at me interestingly. "A place." He sneers.
My chest rubs against his as I breathe out anxiously, "A-A place?"
"Hmm mmh." The hum from his vibration shakes my core as he whispers slowly in my ear,
"A place."