Taking Chances (a Ross Lynch fanfiction)

Chapter 37

Ross managed to coax me out of my fort and to the kitchen to eat.

When I walked in the kitchen, Rydel was putting dishes in the dishwasher, and Riker was sitting on a stool with a napkin pushed to his lip.

Rocky walked in the kitchen behind us. "What happened to you?" He asked, walking over to Riker.

"Ross tried to break my face." Riker replied.

"Why?" Rocky said, turning to face Ross.

"Nice Riker, don't tell him what really happened, just blame me." Ross shot back.

"Is someone gonna tell me what happened?" Rocky said, turning to me.

"Riker tried to rape Ashley." Ross said quietly. "He was wasted and went after her."

"What?" Rocky yelled. "Riker, why would you do that?"

"I drank too much. I was arguing with myself and it got out of hand. Next thing I know, I was waking up and went to take a shower and Rydel comes in the bathroom, rips open the shower curtain, and starts bitching me out." Riker tried to explain.

"You went after him while he showered?" Rocky laughed, turning toward Rydel.

"I was mad." She whispered.

"How much did you see?" Rocky pushed, still laughing.

"Too much." She whispered.

Rocky was laughing so hard, his face was turning red. "Your sister saw you naked bro." He said to Riker.

Riker blushed. "Next time, remind me to lock the bathroom door. And we need a new shower curtain. I sorta ripped the one in there down trying to cover myself."

"Why didn't you just grab a towel?" Ross asked.

"Kinda hard to do when she's blocking the exit. She even reached into the shower and turned off the water. I was terrified." Riker laughed.

"Don't underestimate me." Rydel laughed.

"I'm sure she'd done that plenty of times with Ratliff." Rocky added.

Riker spit out the water he just took a sip of. "That was uncalled for." He said, wiping his mouth. He too, was laughing.

"Your family's so weird." I said to Ross.

He smiled and pulled me to the table to eat.

After we ate, we put our dishes in the kitchen and went back to Ross's room.

I went into his bathroom and checked my shoulder. My skin was still a little bruised, but only two stitches were left. It wasn't as sore anymore either.

"How's it look?" Ross asked, walking into the bathroom.

"See for yourself." I said, pulling my sleeve down again.

"It still looks like it hurts." He whispered.

"Not much. I can move my arm around a lot more."

"Can you get it wet yet?"

"I should be able to."

"Then how about we start our night in the shower?" He kissed my neck from behind.

"You better make sure the door is locked." I whispered.

Ross double checked the bathroom door and came back to me.

First his shirt came off. "I see you're wearing my shirt." His voice tickled my ear.

"What are you gonna do about it?" I challenged.