Ryder's P.O.V.
What the hell is wrong with me? I can't get Faith's face outta my head after I told her to forget about the kiss. She looked so hurt. So betrayed. And it makes me feel like a dick because I lied.
That kiss was like nothing I've ever experienced with anybody else. Her soft lips were timid yet excited while I ran my hands through her long blonde locks. It's like she didn't know what to do but she did it so well. She's constantly on my mind and I don't know what to do about it.
I'm brought out of my thoughts by a knock, well more like pounding at my door. I slip out of bed and quickly throw on a shirt.
"I'm coming damn!" I yell at the person who keeps banging on my door relentlessly.
As soon as I open the door I'm met with a small fist connecting with my cheek.
"Marley what the hell? What was that for?" I yell. For a small girl she sure can pack a punch.
"That was for Faith you stupid jackass! Ryder she's innocent! She's not like the other sluts you bang for fun. She's nice Ryder and she has feelings. Feelings that you stepped all over and didn't even give a second thought about. I should beat your ass right here right not! In fact I wi-"
I cut off her rant by placing my hand over her mouth.
"Ok ok, just stop yelling. You're giving me a headache." Her eyes widen and I can tell if my hand wasn't over her mouth she'd be cussing me out. I'm proven right when she starts mumbling and thrashing in my hold.
"If you'll just be quiet for a second I'll explain." I tell her and wait for her to stop. Soon enough she's calmed down and waiting for me to explain. She gives me a "go ahead" look and I sigh.
"Ok yes I did kiss Faith and before you say anything let me finish." I add when she looks like she wants to say something. "I can't explain this out hear. Come in."
I lead her into the living room and she sits down on my couch.
"As you were saying." She crosses her arms and looks at me expectantly.
"I don't know how to explain this. In fact I shouldn't have to explain this. Did Faith send you over here?" I question her.
So what, I kissed her. Big deal. I've kissed plenty of girls before. This shouldn't be any different but deep down I know it is. I'm just too afraid to admit it.
Marley's P.O.V.
"No you ass, she didn't! I'm over here cuz I was the one comforting her last night after you acted like the dumbass you are. Faith is such a sweet girl and you took advantage of that. I actually thought you liked her and that you might change for her but I was wrong. You'll never be anything but a stupid man whore! You better stay away from Faith or I swear I will cut off your dick and feed it to my dog." I yell at him.
He doesn't even care that he hurt her! I don't know why I thought he would though. It's Ryder Mitchell we're talking about. He doesn't care about girls. He only cares about getting laid.
By this time I have made my way off the couch and in Ryder's face without even realizing it.
He starts to mumble something under his breath but it's too low to hear.
"What?" I snap at him.
"I like her." He says a little louder and this time I hear him.
Holy shit! He does like Faith! So I was right!
"I knew you liked her! You could practically see your hard on every time she was around you! Ha, this is great. Dean owes me twenty bucks now." I say in one huge breath.
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Night Ryder
RomansaFast. That's the one word used to describe Ryder Mitchell's life. He had to grow up quicker than most children due to his terrible living situation. He never has found a way to release that anger. That is, until he found street racing. Two years la...