Chapter 2: Ryan Freaking Tyler

I reread the name five times. But I refused to accept my big fat L. "Ryan Tyler" RYAN FREAKING TYLER! How was I suppose to get closer to him? How was I suppose to know what he likes? But if I ask a lot of questions he'll probably figure it out. What's the game plan? I have literally no idea. Some rubbish. And before you say,"I didn't know you were English!", well I'm not! I was very pissed that I hadn't heard my name get called on. "Cassandra? Are you paying attention?" I finally snapped back to reality. My teacher was calling on me. "Uh yeah sorry!", I said. Then, the day was over. Finally! "Hey! Cassandra, right?", a voice called out from behind me. It was Ryan's. "Oh hey Mr.KissyKissy.", I said with an eye roll. "Hey about that, I just wanted to explain myself." I looked at him then said,"Go on." He sighed and pulled me into a classroom. "Okay if I tell you, you must not tell anyone." I nodded. "Okay but first what do you do as hobbies?", he said with a goofy grin. I rolled my eyes. He's stalling. But if I wanted to know the truth then I'll have to answer his questions. "Well I like singing.", I said. He looked at me. I didn't know what type of look it was. "Cool!", unamused. "Okay quit-", I said but I didn't finish my sentence because he interrupted. "On to the next question. So.. who's did you pick for Secret Santa?",now a mischievous grin spread across his face. I couldn't say it was him! "Hey you can't do that! That's way cheating!",I said. I put my hands on my hips. "Haha I was just kidding!", he said. "You're stalling.", I said. He looked, no stared, at me with his blueish green eyes. "Okay I'll tell you." I was dragged into a classroom for this moment. "I am a transfer from London.", he started. Okay.. London. "But I moved here to make me more popular." I tilted my head a little sideways. I was definitely falling off track here. "I am apart of an English band named, Black on." Wait RYAN FREAKING WHA-