CHAPTER 11: Bowling date

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After about a thousand questions we got to the mall which also consisted of the bowling alley.

"Okay you ready?" I ask her unbuckling from my seat.

"As I'll ever be," she smiles and we both get out seeing the boys waiting at the door.

"Hey Reagan, let me get the door for you," Benson holds the door open as Reagan walks in making me aww internally. We all go in, I make the boys and I walk a bit behind them to give them some privacy. 

"I'm proud of you," I joke messing with Ryder. "See I'm not that scary," he grins like a little kid. 

"You're right, your a big softie...especially when your drunk," I poke him.

"Oh geez I was worried you'd bring that up," he scratches the back of his head.

"It's okay I won't bring it up anymore, but deep down you and I both know your a big softie at heart," I whisper the last part making him groan and me laugh. 

"By the way," Ryder looks behind us at the guys and grabs my hand, "they think it's fake."

"Okay then...we just need to make them believe it," I intertwine my fingers with his, it's as if my hand fit perfectly, like a fitted glove.

"Ooo arcade games!" Justin claps giddily running to the desk likely buying a bunch of tokens.

I watch as Benson pays for he and Reagan's bowling tickets with a credit card all professional, it's probably his parents but, it's still adorable.

"Aww look how cute! See that's a gentleman right there," I coo hitting Ryder to get him to watch.

"Yea yea trying to kiss up to my sister," we walk over to the desk, "for two please," he hands them his credit card.

"Ahh I see someone's trying to be just like the eighth grader," I mess with him.

"Pa-lease, I'm not letting a nine year old show me up," he leans against the counter as we wait for the shoes.

"It's okay buddy, not to boost your ego but I think your doing pretty well with the energy drinks," I grin remembering how he got them just because I liked them.

"Reagan told you about that?" His face turns a little red. I nod grinning, "I don't think anyones ever noticed my obsession with those things." 

"I remember when you started your little obsession back in freshman year, almost every day you'd burst through the door chugging one of those."

How did he..?

...

"Haha boys! That's how you do it!" I cheer taking a bow to all three of them looking at the score board with pouty faces. I beat them all and beat second place, Alex, by 34 points.

"I, don't lose."

"My shoe was too small," Justin pouts.

"My hands were sweaty," Alex adds.

They both look at Ryder waiting for him to add on.

Ryder shrugs a smirk coming on his face, "I don't care, she's my game night partner suckers."

We all burst out laughing.

After the last few weeks I've noticed how different Ryder is than I'd always thought. He's always seemed cold or the type not to care, a hot bad boy to some. 

In reality he's one of the funnest people to be around. I really hope we can still be friends when this whole thing is over. Now that I've gotten to know him, I never want to have to not know him.

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