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Ryker Sammons, the newest pretty boy on campus. Paying for school with a cheerleading scholarship.
Out and proud queer. Mostly dom, always top.
Single and looking for hookups.
Ryker opens the door a moment later. "Huh? Whuh? What is it?" The cheerleader's eyes were glazed with sleep. He recognized the boy at his door from the hall meeting earlier, but not his name.
❤️🔥 Seeing this person get used more and more as a faceclaim, so I just want to remind people that this is Walker Scobell. He's 16, a minor. Stop fucking using him for sexual roleplay. Keep doing this shit and I will leverage twitter's child protection rules on y'all.
comfortable in the undercroft." Just inside the entrance to the main chapel, a short, curved staicase led down to the clergy's offices. At the end of the hallway, a room opened up with old couches, blankets, and a study table. "This is where they do Sunday School, I think."
Ryker reached the front entrance of the church first and flung open the door to the foyer. He held it open until Adam got there a few moments later. Closing the door behind them, he removed his now wet jacket. "C'mon," he said. "We can hole up here for a while and it will be more
The boy was completely oblivious until he felt the crack of thunder, hurrying after the cheerleader and catching his breath as he could.
"Hey, not fair. You're faster than me!" He said as they'd reach the chapel, using his arm to cover himself from the rain.
A flash, followed quickly the crack of thunder, opened the clouds. Large raindrops began to pelt the two. Ryker's practice tracksuit gave him a small grace period, but it would soak through soon enough.
"Run!" Ryker started sprinting in the direction of the school chapel.
"Why would I need something from you? I'm not out here trying to find strangers to exploit." Ryker looked up in the distance. "We should start walking. It's about to start."
"You're not taking me home for free, are you?" He asked with his wallet in hand, turning his head to meet the cheerleader. "I am, just a little cold is all."
Ryker screwed up his face. "What do you owe me for? I'm just trying to make sure you're okay." He looked the other student up and down. "Are you? Okay, I mean."
Ryker just nodded. No further questions. "Well, if you need to walk home, I can make sure you aren't alone. Or the school chapel isn't too far away if it won't let up.
"Oh, okay." The freshman looked at the stranger with concern in his eyes. "You just look kind of lost. I didn't know if you needed help getting anywhere. "