A Recipe for Disaster

bittersuite

"Um, so what are we gonna do?" he asked awkwardly as he sat against the lockers. 

It was our final day to finish this project and we barely got a quarter done. And get this, the video was supposed to be less than 3 minutes. We haven't even finished half! And it was for a three-minute video! 

I shrugged, pulling out my phone. "I guess we should record and see how much we can get done."

He nodded, then moved to his spot in the middle of the hallway. His posture was stiff as a surfboard. His arms close up together as his neck was down to the ground. 

 "Loosen up a bit!" I said

"I am loose!" He argued. 

"No you look like a macaroni, loosen up!" I repeat.

He shook his arms a little but still looked stiff and uncomfortable. 

I let out a small groan as I put the phone down and walked up to him, placing my hands on his shoulder, and spreading his arms apart, then before I could even think, I placed my hands on his chin, to tilt his head when guess who came in.  Malerie. 

She was walking to the washroom and she caught my hands on his chin. 

"Hey, Malerie!" I said immediately, removing my hands from his chin, immediately regretting the gesture I did. 

She gave me a small wave and smile, seeming to be completely unaware of me touching his chin. Thank God!

As Malerie went into the bathroom Ryder gave a weird look. "Why the hell did you touch my chin?"

"Sorry, I don't know what I was thinking," I said, as if it justified my actions. "I don't know."

He gave me a side eye before he said. "Record now." 

"Geez, what happened to please? Thank you."

"Record now please and thank you." He said sarcastically, adding a sarcastic smile at the end of his pharse. 

I rolled my eyes once more as I took my phone and pressed record. "Of course!"

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We weren't able to do all the filming; we only managed to get half done.

Ugh! But yay! 

I looked down at the video, then at him. "We only filmed half of the time, so can you record your parts at home? I'll do mine too."

"I can't do it at home," he responded quickly. "Can't you just edit it in?"

I shook my head. "I can, but we'll end up with an inadequate amount."

He let out a small sigh as he leaned against the wall, slowly sliding down to the floor. "Can you just fill mine in?"

"Then you'll get an 'adequate' for lack of participation," I reminded him, recalling how he had just said, 'Screw school, I'm too cool for school!' a moment ago.

He groaned, hitting his hand with the palm of his other hand. "Fuck," he mumbled.

I bit my tongue, holding back from arguing. "What if you record yourself during the break?"

"I can't, I have hockey practice right after this."

"But a second ago, you didn't care," I couldn't help but point out rudely.

He glared at me, pissed at my remark. "Look, I say a lot of things just to annoy you," he admitted. "I don't mean half of them, including not caring about my grades."

"Then skip hockey," I said simply.

He looked at me as if I'd told him to jump off a bridge. "I can't skip hockey, not again."

"How many times have you skipped?" I asked, my curiosity took the best of me.

"About... seven?"

I stared at him, flabbergasted. "Seven? You're still on the team after missing all those practices?"

He shrugged. "I guess I'm just that good," he half-joked.

"Why did you even miss them?" I queried.

"Matilda needed help with something, so I came to help her."

"She needed help... seven times?"

He shrugged again. "Yeah."

I sat quietly for a while, pondering. "How about we stay after school a little longer? We could shoot them on the field or something."

He nodded, but a small frown appeared on his lips. "I have hockey game after school."

Ugh, I internally groan, how much hockey does one guy need to play? "Then what should we do?"

He let out a small sigh before answering. "How about I come over to your house, and we can record there?"

Why my house and not his? "Uh, I guess. I just need to text my mom about it," I said, my brain not fully processing what was happening.

"Okay, I don't know exactly what time I'll be free, but I'll probably come around 11 a.m. to 2 p.m."

I nodded. "Sure," I said as he got up to leave.

"Well, I'll ask Graham for your number," he said as he jogged off to his next class, leaving me shocked at what I had just done.

Did I just invite him to my house?

I.

Just.

Invited.

Ryder.

To.

My.

House.

I was such a dumbass for that.

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Maybe Ryder:
Hey it's Ryder
This is Amy right

Me:
Hey
Yeah this is me

Ryder:
Ok good
I'm coming at your house a 1 to work for this video

Me:
Alright my mom already said yea
And my siblings will be there
So we might have to do it upstairs in my room
My siblings are pretty loud

Ryder:
K
See you then

Me:
Bye