The Unmatched Matchmaker

Chapter 6: The Girl List Part 1

Do you want to know about my relationship with the love of my life? Well, first of all, the love of my life is not abusive. All he does is incase me in his arms and holds me tight at night. He's the reason why I get sweet dreams and why it feels like I'm sleeping on a cloud. He catches my tears whenever I cry at night out of frustration and makes me feel a lot better the next day. You're probably wondering who the love of my life is. Well, the love of my life is my bed.

So, imagine my anger as I go ballistic when I was suddenly pulled away from my bed on a Saturday.

I land on the ground with a loud thud as my head bangs against the wooden floor.

"Ow," I whimpered as I rub my head, pain pounding against my skull.

I heard deep laughter resonating around the room.

"That sounded very hallow," Says a familiar voice.

I opened my encrusted eyes and am face to face with Ryder Green. That sick bastard.

"You pull me off my bed and then you laugh at me?!" I yell, anger radiating of me in waves. "My skull could have been split open!"

"Okay. First of all, your overreacting. Your skull will not split open from that fall. It's too small of a fall. The most you'll probably get is a bump. Second of all, calm the fuck down. You'll wake up the whole building with all that shrieking and yelling." Ryder said.

I glanced at the window and realized that the sun hasn't even come up yet. The sky was dark and starry still. My gaze left the window and was then placed towards the clock on my bedside table which read, 1:47: AM.

"Son of a bitch!" I swore. "You woke me up at 1:47 on the fucking morning! How the fuck did you even get inside the Penthouse?! Did Jerry let you in?! What in God's name are you even doing in here!"

"Calm down!" He said with a couple of Shhh. "I got inside the Penthouse because Kristen called in a favor from your doorman, Jerry. What I'm doing here is helping you. I figured that I should give you an even playing ground. After all, you've used up 16 days and you haven't even gotten close to finding a girl. I figured it would be easier to show you the types of girls I like than for you to write it on a piece of paper. This also to make up for the whole Circus fiasco."

I looked at him, stunned. Is Ryder Greene actually offering to help me even though I'm his competitor? Wow. Maybe I'm still dreaming or something. I subtly pinched my arm, hoping I'd wake up soon.

Ryder, noticing my small act grinned. "You really honestly think you're dreaming? Why? Do you dream about me often?"

Okay, so I'm definitely not dreaming. What dream Ryder said is not something real Ryder would say. And Dream Ryder is a very nice person. Not that I would know...

"No," I scowled, "I just so happen to be sleepy. And if you are planning to help me, why do it so early in the morning?"

"Well, the only way to see the city that never sleeps is at night." Ryder said with a slight smirk.

"You do realize that I'm a pure bred New Yorker?" I said questioningly and I fiddled with the lamp that was on my bedside table. It flickered open and suddenly illuminated the spot where Ryder and I were standing in a blanket of bright whiteness.

I squinted my eyes at the sudden light, waiting for it to adjust. When it finally did, I looked at Ryder closely. His black hair styled messily and his eyes looked even less blue and more purple at the lack of light. Yeah. His eyes were so blue it didn't even look blue anymore, it look purple. If there was one thing I was jealous of that Ryder has, it's his eyes. It's the only thing I find beautiful about him.