It was 12:50. Exactly 10 minutes before he arrived, and I couldn't explain why, but I was panicking a little.
Actually, I could explain it. Llina. Llina was going to be there.
Llina didn't know when to stop talking. She kept going and going, usually about things no one needed to know or ask. For the time she asked Auntie if she'd be okay with getting pregnant and then running away to the desert. I don't know how that came to her mind, but it did. And it was weird.
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Ryder:
I'll be there a little late.
My bad.
Stayed a bit late at hockey practice
Me:
It's okay.
See you then.
Ryder:
I'm here.
Just then, a knock and a ding-dong echoed at my front door.
I quickly got off the couch and fast-walked to the front door before Llina could.
But it was too late. She opened the door to my doom.
"Hey!" Llina said giving Ryder one of her sweet-but-innocent smiles. "I'm Llina."
He nodded, looking at me first, then at Llina, giving her a small smile back.
"Hey, Llina, I'm Ryder."
Please, end the conversation, please stop talking. I begged to myself internally.
"Nice to meet you," she said politely. "But why are you here?"
"I'm here to work on a project with your sister," he said, but I couldn't help but notice he looked... nervous. His eyes were doing that weird twitch thing, though it was less noticeable. You could only tell if you were close to him. I would have asked him if he was okay, just to be polite, not that I actually cared. But Llina was back to asking her weird questions.
"A project? Or a project?" she asked, emphasizing the second "project" with another of her evil smiles.
"What does that mean?" Ryder asked, mirroring my thoughts exactly.
She looked at the both of us and then whispered for no actual reason, "Like, is it a project project, or a project?"
I stared at her, agape. "What? Are you okay?"
She huffed like I was the idiot. "You know, like how in Miraculous, Adrien pretended to be a statue, and then Marinette kissed him—so, I was just asking if..."
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A Recipe for Disaster
RomantizmIn a world where love is often complicated, Amy has a plan: Make Graham, her boy best friend fall in love with her, by faking a relationship with the annoyingly charming, popular hockey player Ryder. What could go wrong?
