How To Kill Ryder Blake (COMPLETED)

{Fourteen} I Believe I Can Fly

Ryder and I watched in horror as Ryan kickstarted the bike from where he was near his car, revving it a few times, before heading for the edge of the cliff. I immediately threw my hands over my eyes like a scared child, fearful he wouldn't reach the cliff on the other side. The thought was drowned out almost instantly by the sound of Ryan screaming from the other cliff. He was yelling but I couldn't make out what he was saying, but was sure it was all adrenaline fueled. After a few minutes of sitting over there alone, he revved the bike up again and drove it back over to where we stood.

"That was incredible!" He said, gasping for air as he pulled his helmet off. "I've never felt so alive in my life."

Those words were enough to motivate Ryder. He put his own helmet on, but I grasped his arm before he could start up the bike again.

"You don't have to do this, Ryder." I whispered.

A few different emotions flashed through his eyes, but finally settled on a look of fear. "I do. I will hate myself if I don't try. And Ryan won't ever let me live it down."

"And if you don't make it across?" I snapped. I could see Ryan shooting me a warning look out of my peripheral. "Then what, Ryder?"

"I die." He met my eyes, the fear in his own blue orbs increasing by the second. "But come on, this would be a pretty bad ass way to die. I died driving a motorcycle off a cliff, Zoey. Can you imagine how people would talk?"

I opened my mouth to speak again, but Ryan stepped between us, completely blocking my view of Ryder.

"Be careful and stop talking like that. You got this. We've done it hundreds of times with smaller gaps." And with that, Ryan helped his brother start the bike up and backed away, grasping my wrist and yanking me back with him.

"What the hell was that?" He growled.

I glared up at him. "What was what? Trying to talk sense into him?"

"Zoey, why the hell would you put that shit in his head right before he's about to do it? Now he's going to over think it."

I fought the urge to flip Ryan off and walk away then and there, but took a deep breath instead and tried to keep my composure. This wasn't about Ryan, this was about Ryder. Even if they were both annoying idiots that had weird indirect ways of getting under my skin, I didn't break my promises.

"You're getting attached." Ryan said when I didn't respond. "And for your sake, I think you should try to stop it as soon as you can."

Without looking at him, I let out a quiet "why" and turned my attention to Ryder. He had started and was seconds from jumping the cliff. A wave of relief crashed into me so hard I almost fell over. It was when he tried to get the bike back over that I actually did fall back. He made it across, but in doing so, he hit the ground on our cliff hard and the bike swung out from beneath him and flew in our direction. Ryan, acting on instinct, grabbed me and threw both of us on the ground a few feet away. The bike slid under his truck and stuck, the motor dying a few moments later. My eyes retrained themselves on Ryder, limp on the ground near the edge of the cliff.

"Ryder!" I cried, squirming out from under Ryan. When I reached Ryder, he was staring up at the over cast sky with a grin, eyes still glistening with excitement.

"That was awesome!" He said, sitting upright. I slapped his shoulder hard as soon s he did.

"I thought you were hurt!" I rose to my feet. "I can't. I can't do this anymore, Ryder."