Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder) novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Xena’s POV

“No.”

We arrived at a drive–in movie theater, the kind where you could order food while enjoying the film. Tonight’s feature was “2012.”

“Hope you like cheeseburgers,” Ryder said with a smile.

“I do, actually.” I wasn’t particularly picky about food, as long as it wasn’t something ridiculous like those Donut Burgers.

Ryder found a spot at the back of the parking lot. We got out and he pulled out a blanket and spread it over the surface to protect the paint job, then we climbed onto his hood.

“I bet you bring girls here all the time,” I couldn’t help asking, though I felt an odd twinge of discomfort, secretly hoping he would deny it.

“You’re the first. This is usually something I do alone.”

His answer surprised me, making my heart beat a little faster. “Then why bring me?”

“I just wanted to watch a movie,” Ryder shrugged, his tone so flat I couldn’t tell if he was

serious or joking.

Our food arrived as the movie started. I was really enjoying the film. My cheeseburger was

juicy and delicious, with burger juice dripping down my chin until Ryder had to hand me a

napkin.

“Charming,” he teased.

“I try,” I laughed as I wiped the juice away, feeling a subtle intimacy flowing between us.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” I replied, only half listening as most of my attention was on the movie.

“You mentioned earlier that you’re smarter than everyone else. What did you mean by

that?”

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“Exactly what I said. I’m just smarter.” I answered casually.

“What’s your IQ?”

“That’s a secret only my mate gets to know.” I smiled. “I mean, it’s not a huge secret, but it

is a secret.”

“Hmm.” Ryder took a sip of his cola, not pressing further.

“Let’s just say I could have skipped high school altogether and gone straight to college.” I immediately regretted saying too much. I always felt conflicted when this topic came up- part of me wanted someone to understand my differences, while another part feared being

labeled a freak.

“Why are you so interested in me?” I tried changing the subject.

“I’m not particularly interested, just making conversation.”

“My life isn’t as exciting as you might think. What you see is what you get.” I shrugged.

“If you say so.” Ryder gave me a smile tinged with sadness.

“Besides, if Helen is your type, then I’m the opposite. We could be friends, but I don’t