His Number

Chapter Twenty One- The Haze

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Recap: 

In the previous chapter, Charlotte went through a scene where Jade Moore, an orphan at Nelson's Orphanage, run by Harriet Nelson, was abandoned by yet another pair of initially promising adoptees. Then, after meeting Stella at Pinkberry, a spontaneous movie 'date' was set up with Cameron, Cole, and Ryder. 

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Chapter Twenty One- The Haze

Ryder Johnson

                I literally dug myself a hole. Cole, of course, had to remind me about it in his Cole-like way.

                “You dug your grave man.” He said, patting me on the back as if he was saying goodbye. “See you on the other side.” So I shoved him aside and proceeded to walk into our headquarters cautiously.

                I was approached with the sight of Cameron looking at one of the many computer screens in the room, evidently working on the plan. Despite his calm demeanor, I felt myself go on edge.

                “Cameron, buddy, we’re here.” Cole exclaimed delibrately, making me wince. But the guy barely even blinked. Cole and I exchanged glances.

                “I found something.” Cameron said, his voice serious as stone. Cole gestured for me to go first, and I did, taking cautious steps toward Cameron.

Going closer to the computer screen he was looking at, I grew more confused when I was staring at nothing but a Yahoo! news article. “What’d you—,”

And then somehow I found myself planted on the floor, face down. I cursed under my breath as the wind swept out of my lungs from the blow. It wasn’t exactly helping that Cameron was sitting on top of me, preventing me from getting up.

“Charlotte Everley, huh?” He said, his voice accusing as he held me down. Shaking my arms in a helpless manner, I felt myself grow angry.

“What about her.” I grunted. Cameron tightened his hold on my interlocked arms, as if reminding me I was restrained under him. Anger spiked through my veins.

“I’ll ask again,” Cameron leaned down, projecting his voice right next to my fucking ear. “Do you have a problem with me and her?” My jaw clenched but I didn’t respond.

“Guys,” Cole said, his voice alarmed, “We’re all buds here.”

“Answer the fucking question, Ryder.” Cameron continued, ignoring Cole completely. But then I snapped, right then and there. With a grunt, I pushed Cameron off of me. He didn’t let go, but with the anger coursing through my veins, I eventually found myself holding Cameron down in the exact position I was in not minutes before.

“And what if I do.” I answered finally, my voice steely.

“Ryder, Cameron, stop.” Cole tried. But my attention was on Cameron, the punk who thought he had the right to pin me, Ryder Johnson, to the ground.

“You don’t deserve her.” Cameron grinded out, trying to escape my hold. I let out a harsh laugh, somewhere deep inside of me telling me it was true.