Chapter 23
“Thank you Ryan.” I mumble, closing the door of the car with a soft thud. Ryan smiles, it comes out awkward and cautious as he turns to stare at a still enraged Arden.
“Let’s just hope he didn’t kill the guy.” Ryan winced when Arden slammed the door of the car unnecessarily harsh.I forced out a smile as we
watch him stride towards the house. He was still so furious. This was all my fault.
“I did this.” I mumble but didn’t know I said it loud enough that Ryan heard.
“What do you mean? How is it your fault?” Curiosity dotted his features. I looked back at Arden, watching him slam the front door closed with brutal force.
I sighed, turning my attention back to my auburn head best friend. “The boy Arden beat up was calling me unforgivable words.” I gulped, my eyes tearing up.
“If-” My voice cracks and I gulped, breathing in some much needed air. “If I hadn’t kissed Blake none of this would happen. This is all my fault I’m a slut.”
Ryan’s eyes widen in shock at my use of words. Regaining his speech, his eyes softened considerably, but his tone was anything but soft.
“This isn’t your Fcking fault Ashley. I made that Fcking dare, I did this! You’re not a F*cking slut and you’ll never be. In fact if I had known the reason why Arden was pummeling the kid I’d join him, serves him right.” He says angrily.
I knew he wasn’t directly speaking to me harshly but it didn’t stop me from flinching away from his harsh tone. He sees this and sighs. “Look Ashley, I’ll fix this-“
“Ryan just leave it be. Promise me you’re not going to do anything reckless that will get you into trouble.” I cut him off. I knew Ryan like the back of my hand, whatever meant fixing for him wasn’t what everyone normally thought it was. It always insinuated something illegal.
“They’re not going to stop unless someone does something Ashley.” He hisses.
I forced out a smile, my lips felt so stiff, so reluctant to part. “And it’s fine I’m not expecting them to. I can handle this, just a few more months until graduation and I’ll never have to see their faces again.”
“A few months is a long time Ashley, I promise that whatever I’ll do won’t cause any harm to anyone, much.” He grunts.
My eyes turn to slits as I cross my arms under my breast. “No, leave it be or else I’ll give Miranda your number.” It was a low blow but I didn’t need anything going bad right now, not for me.
Miranda was a small brunette that was usually partnered up with me for chemistry. Everyone seemed to stay clear of her. She was a bit clingy and talked way too much.
I seemed to like her personality, it was probably because she troubled Ryan a lot and it was an amusing sight. In her words ‘Ryan was the love of her life, her future husband’.
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