The Orphan

Chapter Eleven.

Autumn-

I had about ten text messages from Mason and three missed calls, honestly, I didn't want to hear it.

Trusting Mason to be someone to rely on...was stupid, idiotic really, I had only known him less than a day and I was crashing at his house and acting like we were old mates.

He was a stranger, a stranger who I didn't know.

"Get up!" Tori stormed into my room.

"I'm happy where I am." I stated.

She rolled her eyes at me and opened the blinds.

"You've been locked in here for two days!" she shrieked.

"And?"

"And you're going to a party, with me, tonight." she stated.

I groaned, "what party?"

"Ryder's" she whispered quietly to herself, but i could still hear her through the silence of the house.

I shook my head at her, "no."

"Your coming!" she shouted at me and left the room.

I'm going to hate this party.

****

Dylan and Tori ditched me the second we got passed the door.

This was probably the most modern house in all of Texas, were his parents billionaires?!

And how is that even possible in a town like this!

I did as anyone who didn't belong would do, I took a bottle of Jaegermeister from the kitchen and found my way to the backyard pool, I dipped my feet in and unscrewed the lid to the bottle.

Taking a swing and forcing down the burning liquid I stared at my feet in the lit up pool.

Even though I was outside, the music was still deafening so there wasn't a chance I could slip off to sleep.

I took another swing of the bottle hoping it would quieten the irritating drum of the songs.

"Hello beautiful." the voice I had been trying to avoid came to sit next to me.

"Piss off Ryder." I hissed at him.

His face turned red.

"Autumn, ah...umm...hi." he stuttered rubbing the back of his neck.

"Hi." The single word was like poison in my mouth.

"I didn't know It was you." he admitted.

"I got that." My venomous tone drove me to taking another swing of the bottle but before it could reach my lips Ryder took it from me and through it away.

"Where did you get that?" he frowned at me curiously pointing at the bottle which had disappeared into the darkness.

"I'm sorry am I disgusting you with my alcohol problems and the fact that I'm an A-grade Slut!" I spat the word.

"It was a simple mistake." he tried to defend himself.

"No Ryder! It wasn't!" I growled.

He could of left me out of it, think it was Masons and only his, but No, I have to be the slut that got knocked up at sixteen!

"I don't think your a slut." he assured me.

I rolled my eyes at his empty words.

"You know what? you should be nominated for a Grammy with those acting skills!" I hissed sarcastically.