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Chapter 9- Like Cinderella

•Ryder POV•

I don't know what it is, but I find myself wanting to spend more time with Nichole. Something pulls me into her. It could be her feistiness or just her in general. I've had this feeling once and I know I can't feel it again. It will only break me and I don't think I can handle it again. I've been there, done that. I don't need a second time to understand. Could I possibly like her. Of course not. Definitely not. Ryder Crown doesn't do romance and shit. He's known to play, toy, and break. That's it.

I don't even know her. Except that she shuts people out when it comes to her parents and adoptive parents too. That she's hilarious when she's drunk, she gets mad easily and has a hard time controlling it, that her smile and laughs bring butterflies to my stomach. Damn it, I sound like a pussy.

When she bumped into me that one school day. I knew I wanted nothing to do with her as she would only bring my problems and pain. I knew it from the start, yet again life found a way to bring her back. When we encountered her in detention, I thought of her as a stuck up spoiled rich brat who was daddy's girl, but after her out burst of having adoptive parents after her parents died, I felt really bad for saying that and her response of what she thought of me was half true. The day at the park, when I first saw her break down, my heart ached at the sight. How could someone so beautiful and prefect be breaking apart like she is. What happened? What is she going through? Why does she feel like dying? Whose hurting her?

The last question made my blood boil. She kept repeating as to why they left her with such people. Did she not like them? Did they treat her well? Every time I brought up her parents of adoptive parents she changes the subject or answers simply signalling she doesn't want to talk about it.

When Juily told us about the locket and it's meaning. I knew I had to do something to not see her suffer. I couldn't believe, actually I could believe Amanda would do that. I doubt she knew what it meant, but what she did made Nichole go crazy as in she lost it. She couldn't handle it.

Now, she lays here on my bed sleeping peacefully as what's around her doesn't matter. Sleeping is the only way you can escape reality. I couldn't help, but admire her beauty. She looked so innocent and pure. We all knew she could turn into the she-devil herself in seconds, but that didn't stop me from thinking of her like that.

That face brings back so many painful memories though I try to push aside, but they always come back no matter how hard I try. Rachel. Oh, Rachel. I can't forget about you, or the pain you've caused me. What I had to go through is probably worse than what Nichole is going through. Yet again, I don't know what it is, but I'm determined to find out.

My thoughts were interrupted when I felt her stir beside me. I looked down and I felt my heart flutter. You sound wimp, man. Shut the hell up, brain. Someone knocked on my door causing Nichole to stir in her sleep again. I whispered a loud come in and in came Logan.

I knew he liked Nichole, it was pretty obvious the way he looked at her or talked about her when she wasn't around. I was jealous when he told us about the time they hung out. He got to know her and has a big chance with her. Just thinking that made my blood boil.

"Has she awaken?" He whispered.

"No." I said simply. I don't know why I was acting like a jerk honestly.

"She looks so adorable when she sleeps." He comments. 'Adorable is used for dogs and cats. It's doesn't express the true meaning of beauty.' I thought to myself.