The Rider

Chapter 6

"Stop that," I commanded, growing slightly annoyed at Dylan, who was constantly pressing the buttons on my radio. "I thought we agreed that I would control the radio?"

"Sorry, I couldn't resist," Dylan grinned, pressing another button.

I sent him a glare and fixed my eyes back on the road.

"We have to stop by my house before we can go to lunch," I told him, turning on my turn signal and turning left.

"Why?" He asked, a smirk growing on his face.

"So I can change. If you haven't noticed, I'm soaking wet." I said, motioning at my wet clothes.

"Oh," he responded, sounding slightly disappointed.

Why did I ever agree to bring him along? Oh yeah, because Melanie wants me to be a good influence on him. It would be so much easier just to dump him on the side of the road....

"Oh yeah! This is my favorite song!" Dylan screamed, turning up the volume and practically making my ears bleed.

"Dylan!" I screamed, rapidly turning down the volume.

"What? I love this song!" Dylan argued, turning up the volume again, but not to and ear-bleeding volume.

"You could have made me have a wreck! Why did I even bring you along?" I growled.

"Because I'm wonderful and the hottest person you've ever seen?" he asked cockily.

I snorted, then replied, "Heck no! I mean, have seen  Leonardo DiCaprio?"

He pouted then changed the subject, "Have you heard this song before?"

"Yeah, it's Honey I'm Good by Andy Grammer," I replied, adding a slight 'duh' look at the end.

"Good, you have a great taste in music," he congratulated as if I had earned some special award.

"Just be quiet and enjoy the song."

"Oh, so now I've upgraded from 'shut up' to 'be quiet'? I'd say that's quite an improvement."

I shook my head and focused on getting to my house in one piece.
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When I pulled into my driveway and turned my car off, Dylan started to get out but I stopped him.

"Actually, you can stay in the car."

"Why?"

"Just stay in the car okay? I'll be back in a couple of minutes," I said, not giving him a chance to argue.

I didn't need my mom asking him a billion questions, and then her completely embarrassing me by saying that we be a cute couple.

I unlocked the front door and stepped inside the cozy house.

"Back already? I thought you were going to lunch with- why are you all wet?" My mother's voice asked.

"I got sprayed with a water hose at the stables."

"I'm not even going to ask who did it," my mom chuckled.

I smiled and ran up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. This time, I was careful where I stepped and avoided stomping on Medusa. I gave her a quick pat on the head and picked out a pair of dark wash jean shorts and a gray, loose tank top with the yin and yang symbol on it. I dug around in my closet until I found my pair of black high top converse. I peeled off my soaked breeches, shirt, and socks. I threw them into a pile on the floor and slipped on a fresh pair of clean, dry socks. I slid into my jean shorts and tank top, put my Houston Astros baseball cap that my brother had given me on my head, and grabbed my locket my grandma had given me on my 13th birthday. I slipped it over my head and felt around for my phone. I started panicking and realized I had left in the car, with Dylan. I smacked my hand to my forehead and imaged him looking through all of the stuff on it. I had a passcode, but what if he had hacked it? With this in my head, I quickly ran a brush through my thick hair and rushed into my bathroom. I put on some more concealer and applied a light coat of mascara, just in case a boy that outshone Dylan O' Brien appeared at lunch. I struggled to pull on my shoes and tried to walk down the stairs. Big mistake. Never ever try to do that. As soon as my foot hit the first step, it slipped out from under me and I slid all the way down. Rubbing my butt, I got up and put my other shoe on, mumbling a few choice words at the staircase. I heard muffled laughing and turned to see my mother trying to contain wild laughter. I scowled at her at grumbled, "Not funny Mom."