The autumn air stung my cheeks and nipped at my nose. I was currently sitting in Central Park in one of it's secluded areas reading over files and files to compare with Ryder's file.
I lifted my scarf and buried my chin in it. My God it was cold. One of the coldest Autumns of the year. I grabbed my hot chocolate and took another warm sip, letting it's sweet flavor savor in my mouth before gulping it down. I love chocolate so damn much!
"So, how's the search going?" Kristen asked, settling in front of me.
"Terrible. So very terrible." I sighed.
"Let me guess, Ryder's taste in women?" Carter smirked, placing a new carton tray of Starbucks drink in front of me. There were 2 trays, each with 4 holes. All the holes were filled with hot chocolate.
I know what you're thinking, person who seems to be reading about my life like it's a soap opera. That's so diabetic! It's not actually. When I was kid, I was diagnosed with a different type of diabetes. I didn't have enough sugar (or glucose) in my body and I have to consume at least 10 cups of hot chocolate for it to be normal so that I can last the day. That's why I always have at least 1 chocolate bar in my bag so that when I feel as though I'm about to faint, I just pop one cube and I'm all good. I think it has something to do with my fast metabolism. I eat a lot but gain little to no weight.
"Where the hell do I even find a desperate girl for Ryder to date?" I groaned.
"Are you kidding?" Kristen laughed. "The school's infested with it! The girls in Stonewall are like sharks when it comes to my brother. I'm sure you'll find someone."
"It's not that I'm worried about that. It's just that Ryder's preference in women are different from what I expected." I sighed, taking another sip in my almost emptying paper cup.
"Let me see." Carter said, stretching out his hands.
I gave him the file, I memorized it all ready because of the number of times I've read it.
Ryder Greene
Age: 17
Ideal Guy/Girl:
Needs to have a good sense of humor. She can take a joke and make ones too. She needs to be sweet and kind but knows how to defend herself when she needs to. Can not be materialistic and she needs to be the type of person that can get along with anyone. She should be jealous and over protective but not too much. I am the guy in the relationship. She has to be beautiful too! I'm a sucker for a girl with red hair.
Ideal Date: Somewhere adventurous like sky diving or go-karting
Likes: Sports, Pranks, video games (especially Call of Duty and Resident Evil), corny pickup lines.
Dislikes: Annoying slutty girls that says I should be there in their beck and call.
Personality (my own assessment): Annoying. Loud. Rude. -.- Hate him.
"Ok, now that's just mean." Carter laughed while looking at the Personality part.
"It's my assessment of him. My own personal opinion." I said in a haughty tone.
"You know, his ideal girl sounds very familiar." Kristen said to Carter while she slid her eyes in my direction and back on the folder.
"She does?" I asked, eager to know who this girl is. At the rate we're going, I could find this girl and Ryder will start his life as my slave.
"She's everything Ryder wants." Carter said, catching on to what Kristen was saying and looking at me.
"Well, spit it out! What's her name!" I urged. I was so excited for this!
"O'Connor. Megan O'Connor." Kristen and Carter said in unison.
As soon as I heard my name come out of their lips, my shoulders slumped and quivered as I tried to contain my laughter.
YOU ARE READING
The Unmatched Matchmaker
Teen FictionMegan O'Conner is the legit matchmaker of Stonewall High and New York City. She can match the School Nerd and the Queen Bee and they'll elope the next day. (True Story, bro). But, the only person she can't seem to match both annoys and intrigues her...
