Thanks to The Boots

Chapter Eleven

I stop walking and stare at his back. It's not until he gets to his door at the end of the hall does he realize I wasn't following him.

"Come on," he waves me over.

I cross my arms and shake my head.

"You're such a baby."

I stick out my tongue, only proving his point.

"Are you going to come in or stand in the hallway all night?"

I don't reply so he walks into his apartment without turning around. I walk over to the wall and sit down against it. I sit there for maybe thirty minutes, when Ryder's door opens.

"Are you going to come in?"

"Not until you tell me why you decided to get all mad at me."

"Okay, I'll tell you. Come in," he waves to me again.

"Tell me out here."

"Why?"

"Because I am stubborn and will not give in."

He sighs but sits across from me regardless.

"So, you got a little angry after my nap."

"Helen found out."

I quirk an eyebrow, "Found out?"

"That I let you call your mom."

"Oh. What'd she say?"

"Well, since she isn't my boss she just said its not a good idea and stuff."

My jaw drops, "She's not your boss?!"

"We don't really have bosses, but I do have a higher rank than she does. So basically I am her boss."

"Wait, that means she didn't make you take me. Why am I here?"

"I knew she'd lock you in a cage, or something. I figured I'd be nicer. Plus, you looked hot in your picture."

I slap his arm.

"What? At least I'm being honest."

"Yeah, were you disappointed?" I joke.

He looks me up and down, "Nah."

I slap his arm again.

"Now, unless you want to meet Creepy Phil, I suggest you should come in."

"Creepy Phil?"

"You're exactly his type."

"What's his type?"

"Female. Under eighteen. And breathing."

"Sounds like a gem!"

"He really is. Pretty sure he gets the girls that leave my apartment."

I wrinkle my nose, "He takes your sloppy seconds?"

"Please, they were sloppy before they were seconds."

My jaw hangs open, with my nose still wrinkled in disgust. "You're nasty."

He smirks, then stands up. "You want to be Creepy Phil's next girl?"

"No thank you."

"Great, my apartment is at the end of the hall."

"I know, stupid. I saw you go in there earlier," I stand up.

We walk to the end of the hall and walk into his apartment. Surprisingly, it's not very dirty.

"I only have one bed, so you can sleep on the couch."

I walk over to his couch, and it's covered in stains and spills. "Ew, what is this?"