Ryan was just at his sisters gymnastics practice, thinking of you. God were you amazing, he only "hated" you so you'd give him attention. He really liked you. However he was starting to wo der what it'd be like for you to be his. His woman. His girl. For him to be the one to keep you warm at night, make you laugh, love you, appreciate you like the goddess you were to him. He was very in love with you. He started imagining you in a bikini on the beach, you looked so damn hot. Then he saw you, at gymnastics, he knew you did ballet, but gymnastics? He never knew. He decided to go see what you were up to as you got ready to stretch "well look who's here, my favorite girl" he said sarcastically but there was truth hidden behind it