I HATE RYDER! I HATE RYDER! I HATE RYDER! I HATE RYDER!
As Monday came, I wanted to kill myself. I slipped up on the phone, and I felt like my whole world was going to end. For two reasons:
I don't like Ryder.
Ryder doesn't like me.
This can't work! I just said I liked Ryder, and that he liked me back!
"Oh, kill me now!" I thought as I put on my cropped purple sweater. If Graham finds out, I'm toast!
I let out a small groan as I fell onto my bed, grabbing my pillow and hitting myself with it a few times, hoping it might knock some common sense into me.
How could I slip up like that? I scolded myself, trying to think of a plan so I wouldn't have to pretend to like Ryder of all people. RYDER! The dude who has a somewhat girlfriend, the dude who probably doesn't like me, the dude who is going to be the death of me.
Maybe I can create a new Ryder? I smiled at the idea, brainstorming ways to get Ryder to return the favor. I guess another Ryder is going to be it.
I took a deep breath, and for the first time in about 12 hours, I felt somewhat relieved.
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Maya didn't tell Graham. I don't know why she didn't, but honestly, I didn't care.
I was just glad she didn't, and I'm thankful for that.
Because how would that conversation even go?
How am I supposed to make up a person on the spot?
How am I supposed to tell him I want to make him jealous?
Wait, what? I don't want to make him jealous, I thought. Just make him realize how stupid he is for choosing Maya over me.
That's dumb and I was in denial.
There's no way in hell I'm going to tell him—it'd get back to Maya, and then she'd know I lied.
That was my reasoning.
I'm actually a dumbass. If I still haven't realized I like Graham, I must be as blind as Adrien Agreste.
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A Recipe for Disaster
Storie d'amoreIn 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?
