Lost In Paris

Chapter 9*

Chapter 9*

Hey....Feel Free To Never Leave Me.

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I looked at Ryker and flipped my hair over my shoulder.

"Psh. I know. I'm always right. Don't you agree?"

He laughed.

"Not really. No."

I frowned.

"Oh well. I tried to convince you. I should've tried harder."

He swung his arm around my shoulders.

"Well maybe, you didn't try hard enough. I'm normally easily convinced. Try harder next time, princess."

I rolled my eyes.

"I'll prove to you that I'm always right. I'm not sure how, but don't worry I will."

He smirked.

"Oh darling, I'm not worried at all. I think you may have left some of your brain at home, but y'know."

I smacked his arm.

Then I realized something.

We was kind of flirting.

Ryker and I were flirting.

A sorry excuse for flirting, but flirting.

Oh. My. Gosh.

I felt my face turn 50 different shades of red.

"What's a sorry excuse for flirting?"

I furrowed my eyebrows.

"What?"

Ryker shrugged.

"You said a sorry excuse for flirting. What was you talking about?"

I shrugged.

"Can we just go back? I'm kind of tired and I want a bed."

"No French fries this time?"

I rolled my eyes and smacked his arm.

"Oh shush. I dislike you very much."

He snickered.

"Dislike? Why don't you just say hate?"

I stopped walking and stood in front of him.

"I was always taught to never hate. So I strongly dislike you."

Flipping my hair over my shoulder, I walked away.

I had only went a few feet, when I stopped.

I just realized that I had no clue of where I was going.