The Orphan

Chapter Thirty-Five.

Autumn-

My eyes snapped open as I was suddenly enveloped in a cold wet embrace.

I gasped looking in every direction but up.

Before I could understand what was happening Ryder had pined the culprit to the ground and had a fist drawn back ready to punch.

"Ryder!" I screamed automatically and he turned around to read my shocked confused and slightly scared emotions.

Grabbing the collar of the attackers shirt he pulled him forward before slamming him back down and standing up.

I got myself up to get a better look of the Guy who'd woken us up o-so drastically.

"Who is he?" I frowned as I looked down at the guy on the ground, he stood up suddenly looking extremely annoyed, Ryder shrugged at my question.

"I'm Wyatt." he growled brushing himself off.

He looked about a year or two older than us.

He was well built and I'd be blind if I said he wasn't dreamy, hot, and genuinely overwhelming.

How did Ryder manage to pin him down?

"Who the fuck do you think you are!" Ryder hissed just as drenched as me.

"I'm sorry if I don't want a couple of teenagers fucking in my backyard!" he spat.

Wow he was subtle, "we were just sleeping, nothing happened!" I argued back.

He raised an eyebrow and looked from Ryder to me and back again.

After a couple more glances Wyatt burst into laughter.

"Jesus, you mean you were practically alone a whole night together and nothing happened?"

And that's where we're going with this

"You have a problem?!" Ryder snapped back.

Wyatt held up his hands in mock surrender, "hey I'm just saying, sucks to be you." Wyatt slapped Ryder on the back as I rolled my eyes.

Wyatt led us to a house at the bottom of the other side of the hill, it was a rather big wooden two story house and I could see a bunch of kids running around with water guns.

"Family's over for the holiday break." Wyatt explained.

"You two planning anything? like sorting out that whole virgin thing." Wyatt asked casually.

Well, we know what type of guy he is!

My face burned red.

I was surprised that Ryder hadn't lost it again.

"How about you mind your own business!" Ryder suggested seriously.

"So, what do you do?" I asked him, if he was old enough to have his own house he should at least have a job right?

"I work for the military." he stated.

My eyes practically bulged out of my sockets.

I was not expecting that, although it kind of explains his massive biceps.

"Just got back actually, that's why the family's over."

At that moment a posh looking couple walked into the kitchen, hand in hand.

"You have guests?" the woman asked excitedly.

"Yeah, I found them having a picnic on the hill." he announced.

"How romantic." she awed.

Then she took a proper look at us and had to hold in her gasp, "why are they so wet!"