The bell rung 15 minutes ago, indicating the school's lunch time had started. The cafeteria, despite it being large, is crowded as usual. Students sat with their cliques and friend groups, and that included Ryle, who was sitting with his group of friends. His table consisted with many popular cheerleaders, jocks who also perform well academically, and children of politicians and even movie stars.

He snickered among them as he toyed with his lunch. That is, until one of his friend, Dean, had reminded him of the bet he lost.

"So, Prez, about that bet, found a girl you can leave in LA stranded?"

The whole group snickered as he let's out an annoyed 'tsk'. He smirked, about to make a snarky remark, until his gaze landed on you as you made your way to a secluded corner.

His brow rose as his smirk widened, speaking in a sly and laid back manner.

"Yeah."