I'm not the type to call for help[Oakley]

[RYAN MITCHELL]

Ryan wiped the bead of sweat with his fingertips, that was beginning to form above his brow. Holding his breath he attempted to steady his shaking hand and scribble little words into his journal. Today had not been a good day. Not a good one at all. Oakley just could not stop being a bitch for a single second and he felt like he was legitly dying right now. Everything was in pain. His head was the most annoying of them all. Having a bottle of scotch and a hand gun to blow his brains out after all, sounded like a good idea right now.

Closing his journal, he moved it aside to sit it at the corner of the desk, he let out a sigh and opened up the chat to see Oakley still going at it. Rolling his eyes now, he simply responded that he didn't need this right now and closed out the chat before getting up and dragging his feet over to his bed. Ryan fell face first on the bed with a groan hoping that he could just fall asleep and not wake up until the pain was gone.

After attempt after attempt to close his eyes and fall asleep, he realized that he couldn't take it anymore. He needed something. Anything. Any kind of pain killer. It didn't matter at this pint. Either it was pills and alcohol or meth, heroin, some kind of hard cor drug. Rising up from his bed quickly, Ryan rubbed his hands over his face violently before jumping up and grabbing his phone. He dialed each of his three drug dealers more than twice. No answer. Locking his jaw, he then sent his fist through the wall, backed up and sat in his chair and placed his head in his hands where he would run his fingers up into his hair then grip and pull on it.

[OAKLEY JAMES]

What the fuck, Oakley? Why are you chasing after this little boy? He'll get over it...

Oakley kept telling herself this, but the closer she got to his dorm, the more she ignored the little voice in her head telling her to turn back and wait it out. She hadn't know Ryan very long. He was just some guy she'd met the same way she'd met dozens of others. He wasn't anything special, and she hadn't even had sex with him. Normally that would be the only thing bringing her back to some boys dorm, but here Oakley was chasing down some hot-headed guy in the middle of the night. 

She kept telling herself she just wanted to yell at him more, tell him how much of an Ass hole he was STILL being, but deep inside she knew the real reason. When she was dealing with "Teddy's murder", he was there for her. And believe it or not, it was...well....nice, comforting. As she rounded the corner of his hall, she stopped, leaning against the wall for a moment. Oakley, don't do it. Don't get sucked in... but her thoughts were interrupted by a loud banging on the wall. 

Jumping slightly, she eased down the hall to Ryan's dorm, pressing her ear to the door. It came from his room. She could hear him scrambling around. "Dammit." she muttered under her breath, peaking through the peakhole to see him sitting in his chair. She felt horrible seeing him so, strange-like. Had she done this? 

Knocking loudly, Oakley yelled "Open up,  Ryan! You can't hide forever." She was a bit nervous, knowing she was about to deal with "emotions" and all that. She could tell from his slumped position that something was up. Shit, here goes nothing.

[RYAN MITCHELL]

Ryan’s trembling hands remained in his hair gripping at it violently. Not only was he now thinking about the drugs, about the need, but he was thinking. What was he going to do? He didn’t know any more drug dealers, and he sure as hell didn’t want to go days without his drugs to find one. He couldn’t do that. There was no way he could survive that long without something. Soon he began thinking My sister shouldn’t be proud of me, what the fuck am I doing? I’m no role model. Ryan kept dwelling on the opinion that his sister deserved better, and then he remembered. Ryan Mitchell you are a father.

Thinking the thought again, Ryan opened his eyes quickly and wide turning around in his chair to dig under his bed for a little wooden box, which he found rather quickly and pushed the lid open. Nothing. No pill bottles, no needles, no nothing. Gritting his teeth he slid it back under with a bang before hearing Oakley’s voice.

Ryan’s body froze and then he lifted his hands to his cheeks finally realizing the damp feeling upon this. “Fuck.” He whispered before gently rubbing the tears away and clearing his throat. “Go away.” he yelled back and sat on his chair waiting to hear the fierce footsteps leave the building. Instead he got a no. Of course, he thought. Rolling his eyes, he pushed himself up and walked to the door snatching it open. “You here to slap me again?”

[OAKLEY JAMES]

Tapping her foot impatiently, Oakley began to wonder once again why she was wasting so much time on this boy. It wasn't like they had done anything for her to want to even keep around. They argued all the time, fought all the time, and for what? Nothing. It was tiring and frustrating, yet here she was at his door chasing after him like some loser whore. Rolling her eyes, she decided she shouldn't even bother and started walking back with a huff.

But, she was trapped then, for the door was open and here he was, staring at her. Turning back to look at him, she was a bit shocked at the sight. His eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks were tear stained, his hair was all messed up. To put it simply he looked like shit.  At first, her expression was almost sympathetic, and he first instinct was to ask him if he was alright, but her face hardened when she realized she was pissed at him.

Crossing her arms across her chest she rolled her eyes again at him, as if sick of his crap. "Would you like me to? Because you deserve it. What the hell is up with you?" she said, walking up to him close then and looking him over. "you look a hot fucking mess." she said matter-of-fact like. After a moment when he hadn't invited her in, she pushed him over into the doorway and stepped inside. Glancing at the dent in the wall from the punch, she nodded towards it, realizing she was right about him being the loud-noise culprit. "Alright, I'm listening. Why do you look like this? And Uh, better yet, why are you acting like this?"

[RYAN MITCHELL]

The first thought that ran through his head as he looked down at the woman was Wow...Perfect timing Oakley. Make me feel worse. Never would he admit that though. Ryan Mitchell does not back down. If he did, something was wrong. Really wrong, but things were already extremely wrong, at least in his state of mind right now. Drugs. Pills. Needle. Oxycottin ect. At the thought of a needle, he looked down at the scars in his forearms then blinked and looked back to Oakley quickly, his face tense and the glittering look of a tint of sweat.

Ryan rolled his eyes and moved aside to let her into his dorm before slamming the door behind her and shrugging as he turned back to Oakley with a slight cold laugh. "Why the fuck do you care?" he said with a expressionless face. Wow. This was really getting to him. Dammit. "All you care about is that Teddy guy. The music teacher." He said the word music with a bit more of bitterness. Really what he was trying to do was keep his strong wall up, arguing with Oakley would work, hopefully enough to get her to storm off.

Taking a step forward he positioned his body in a way to lean past her and grab the half smoked cigarette that sat untouched on side of his laptop. He placed it between his fingers then held it between his lips as he lit the tip with a small flame from a crappy gas station lighter and then he took a deep drag, held it into his lungs and let the gray smoke flow freely from his parted lips waiting for some kind of reaction.

[OAKLEY JAMES]

Dear God, if you exist, give me the serenity not to slap this boy again... Oakley thought as she stared at Ryan in front of her, Who was so obviously still upset with her about her hurting him the first time. Honestly? Was he that much of a pansy? Giving him her signature eye roll as she walked inside, she turned back to him to listen to what he had to say. 

It was so obvious something was wrong. He looked angry, tired, sad, annoyed, all of that. Yet, even o the chat, he wouldn't tell her. He'd just get pissed and go offline or something. Normally, if it was anyone else, she'd just let him run off with the mindset of "He'll come back. They always do.", but for some reason, Oakley had a pang of guilt in he stomach every time he got angry with her. Though, after these last few times, she was beginning to get fed up. And with that last comment, she had had it with him. Okay that's it... she thought before letting her right hand raise up to his face and slap him as hard as she could before drawing it back and pointing a finger at him, as if scolding some child. "Why does it matter if I fucking care or not? At least I do..." she admitted, her eyes wandering around the room, avoiding his. 

Sighing in a frustrated manner a he brought up Teddy, she shrugged toward him. "Who cares? Maybe I do care about him. That has nothing to do with this conversation..." she said, avoiding the talk of "him". She wasn't exactly sure what "he" was, and decided she didn't want to get into that. Rubbing the back of her neck nervously, she looked up at him, feeling that guilt thing in her stomach again. "Sorry for hitting you...just-just tell me what's going on. Please." 

[RYAN MITCHELL]

It wasn't like he didn't see the slap coming. He was kind of asking for it after all the constant comments, and he knew how Oakley would really act, he just wanted her to leave. Or did he? No. Of course not. Oakley was actually one of the only girls he wondered about, thought about, or cared about for that matter. Also, been jealous over. Fucking Teddy So why the hell would he want her to leave? Probably because he didn't want her to see him in this time of need. Knowing Oakley, she'd laugh at him and hang it over his head. These were the sick reasons why he actually liked her.

Locking his jaw again, Ryan took a step back and picked up his cigarette off of the floor from when Oakley had hit him. He took one more last drag of the butt and then put it out in the ashtray. God he was so pissed at her right now, so pissed he couldn't say anything other than what came to his mind and that was Get the fuck out of here, and don't come back but really he didn't need to be in any position to want to find her and tell her that he was sorry so, he didn't say anything. Instead he ran a hand full of fingers through his hair trying to calm himself down before looking at her with a blank stare. "Don't fucking hit me again." he said in the most calming voice ever.

Just as he was about to explain himself right after his words, he looked at Oakley, this time really looked at her. Took the time to take every feature of her in, and while he did, he tried to think of any way out of this. Any way at all to get out of sharing his time of need with Oakley James. What was it that Oakley wouldn't be able to turn down? Bingo.

After standing there for what seemed hours, Ryan finally made a move. Knowing that a kiss, is something she wouldn't turn away from. Not from him at least, or that was something he hoped. So he leaned down and kissed her which started out with a theme of hurt and anger but then he turned his meaning into something a bit more deep feeling. In the moment kind of thing. As he did this he already had picked her up and sat her on his desk.

[OAKLEY JAMES]

Shaking her head at the pure stupidity of this boy in front of her, Oakley watched for his expression to make any sort of a sudden change from bad to worse after the slap. It was a pretty hard one, if she did say so herself, being rather tough for someone of her appearance, and she was just itching to see his reaction. What was to happen next? She had already planned out what he was going to probably say back. She could see him screaming at her at the top if his lungs, telling her he "didn't care" or some bull shit like that. Obviously he cared. Obviously if he didn't, she wouldn't bother caring about him. After all, that sort of thing rarely was a one-way street. 

Raising her eyebrows at him as she realized she was wrong about his yelling, as he calmly warned her not to do it again, she sort of chuckled. Didn't he know not to tell her what to do? That was one of those things that should've been already established, though it seemed he was serious that he did not want her to slap him, and was not about to scream and holler about it either. It was a little disappointing actually. That was what she had come here for, to scream and yell and fight and throw things and hate each other. That was their trademark, the one thing they were seriously good at together, yet here he was acting all calm. What was up with that?

Then there was a very strange silence, in which Ryan just began staring at her for what seemed to be forever. It almost made Oakley feel uncomfortable. Of course, it wasn't like it hadn't happened to her before, being stared at. It was just the situation he was doing it in that caught the angry brunette off guard. After a moment, she opened her mouth to speak. "Well, Ryan you know if you take a pic-" Only to be silenced by him pressing his lips eagerly to hers. What the FUCK? she began thinking as her eyes tried their hardest to stay open, but they closed only a few seconds after their lips met. 

She wanted to push him away. This wasn't what she had come for, not even in the slightest. She had come here to slap some sense into him, not get caught up in a make out session! But, Damn, she couldn't help but forget all about that. Letting her hands grab the base of the desk as he set her on top of it, she kept telling herself how wrong this was, but she couldn't pull herself away. Sly son of a bitch she cursed to herself after a few moments. She had to stop this. He was trying to avoid her questioning.

Both of her hands rose up to his chest gently, still keeping her lips onto his until finally pushing him away. Her eyebrows furrowed and made it seem like she hadn't enjoyed any of what had just happened "What the HELL are you doing, Ryan?"