Night Ryder

Chapter 4

Faith's P.O.V.

Marley grabs my hand and drags me to her car. We end up a at small bar on the other side of town. It's looks pretty crowded already. Marley gets out of the car and runs over to my side. She swings my door open and waits for me to get out. I hesitate.

"Come on. It'll be fun." She says.

"I don't drink." I inform her shyly.

"That's ok. You don't have to drink. Please just come and have fun!" She begs.

What could it hurt? I don't have to drink anything and I really want Marley and her friends to like me.

"Ok." I say and step out of the car. Marley squeals and pulls me into a hug. We walk into the bar and the smell of alcohol immediately takes over my senses. Marley leads us over to a booth at the back where Dean, Ryder, and a bunch of other people sit.

"Get up." Marley snaps at two girls who are all over Dean and Ryder. They roll their eyes but comply. Who knew Marley could be so intimidating?

She nudges me to to the seat beside of Ryder and then takes a seat beside Dean.

I sit there awkwardly staring off into space while everybody around me talks about the race.

I'm snapped out of my haze when a hand is placed on my upper arm.

"You ok?" A raspy, masculine voice asks from beside me.

I look up and see Ryder looking down at me. I gulp and shake my head nervously. He removes his hand and I really can't deny the coldness I feel now in it's absence.

Dean shoots him a questioning look which I ignore and look at Marley.

"So Faith, tell us about yourself." Dean says.

I look around at all the expectant eyes and freeze up. I'm not that good under pressure, but I mean they're my friends. Right?

"My full name is Faith Lee Logan. I'm twenty years old. I'm from Greenville, Tennessee, well you already knew that so yeah. I'm an only child and I grew up on a farm with my parents. We raised horses. Oh, and I moved here to become a writer." I tell them and wait for their reaction.

"A writer? Wow! That's amazing. What do you write about?" Dean asks. He seems to have a genuine interest in my career. He also has a friendly smile lighting up his face. Maybe they aren't so bad after all? Marley seems pleased with Dean's reaction and has a proud smirk upon her face. Ryder's reaction however, interests me the most. He seems intrigued with the idea of me being a writer but at the same time he has an expression of boredom upon his gorgeous face. Ok?

"I mainly write about mysteries. I love how they leave you on the edge of your seat till the end. The suspense they leave you in is like adrenaline. It leaves you wanting more, feeding off what you've already uncovered." I explain. They all looked kind of shocked. Like they didn't expect that to come out of a small town country girl's mouth. I ignore the anger building inside me towards them and send them a nervous smile.

"It's stupid, I guess but-" I start to add but am cut off.

"It's not stupid. It's impressive." Ryder says. I try to examine his tone or facial expressions but he's giving away nothing.

"Yeah. It's pretty cool having an author for a friend. You could write a book about us and we could all get famous!" Marley says in amazement and I laugh.

"What can I get for you?" A girl probably about five years older than me walks up to our table and asks. I guess she's the waitress. I ignore the instinct to judge her. My mama always told me it wasn't nice to judge people without knowing them or their story. However, it's kinda hard when the person you're trying not to judge is wearing a short red leather dress that leaves nothing to the imagination and six inch black high heels.

"We'll have three beers." Dean says and points to himself, Ryder, and Marley. He then turns to me. "What about you Faith?"

"Coke." I answer and look towards the waitress to avoid Dean's questioning gaze on why I didn't order beer. Of course she's to busy checking out Ryder though. She doesn't even try to make her gawking subtle. She smirks at him and he winks. Wait. What? I should have known. Ryder is absolutely hot. No doubt about it, so of course he gets a lot of girls.

It's not like I liked him or anything. There is just something about him that keeps me on the edge of my seat. He's like a mystery to me. I can tell he's hiding something but what?

I guess it doesn't matter now. He's a player and I can't be around someone like that. Like him. Like a heartbreaker.

"Are you sure? They have great beer here. She won't card you or anything." He adds since I'm only twenty.

"It's ok. Coke's fine."

"Ok. Three beers and a Coke." Dean says to the waitress. She nods her head and walks back to the bar.

We're left in an awkward silence for a couple minutes until she returns.

"Here ya go. Three beers and a Coke." She sets down our drinks along with a few straws. She then turns to face
Ryder a bit more than the rest of us. "Tell me if you need anything else." And with that she winks and walks away. She sways her hips a little too much on her way back to the counter.

Really? Like that wasn't obvious or anything.

Don't judge her Faith. You don't know her.

I have to remind myself. I have a feeling I will be reminding myself of that a lot tonight.

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