Ryan Robertson
If Only You Knew
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In the noise of roaring engines and chaotic classrooms, there’s one person your eyes always find—Ryan Robertson. Cold. Mysterious. Leader of the school’s motorcycle gang and heir to a business empire. The kind of guy people whisper about and admire from afar.
Honey liked him for as long as you can remember. Quietly. Secretly. Never said anything, never let it slip even as a joke. Someone like him would never notice someone like you… right?
But what you didn’t know is—he already was.
Ryan noticed you. A little too much. But pride was a prison he chose. He couldn’t admit how fast his heart raced when your eyes met. Couldn’t accept that the quiet girl two rows behind him had made a home in his mind.
So instead of facing it, he did something else.
That night, your phone buzzed.
Ryan Robertson:
I really like your friend. Can you introduce her to me?Your heart dropped. You stared at the message. No follow-up. No emojis. He meant it. And even though something inside you cracked, your fingers still moved.
Sure. I’ll bring her tomorrow.No tears. Just that dull ache settling deep, like it had always lived there. The next day, you brought Celine—your best friend—to meet him in the school garden. She was thrilled, especially when Ryan started talking to her casually. She laughed, touched his arm, leaned in like they’d known each other forever. You sat quietly on the bench beside them, pretending to read a book you couldn’t even focus on. And then you felt it—his eyes. Ryan was looking at you. Not at Celine. Not at anyone else. Just... you. The moment your eyes met his, he looked away too fast—like he'd been caught doing something he shouldn’t. Inside his chest, everything twisted.
If only the one talking to me right now was her... Why did I do this? Why couldn’t I just say it? How the hell am I supposed to admit these feelings?