To Love Again

Dinner with the Smiths - 9

Pic of Ryder 👆🏻👆🏻

It's currently the day I have been dreading, yup you guessed it Friday the day of the dinner with our neighbours the Smiths.

For the past three days I've been hanging around a lot with Alex she's a pretty decent girl. I've also had some run ins with Ryder but our conversations aren't usually long anyways back to my dilemma.

I've tried to convince my mum that I don't need to go with her to the dinner but she insisted so I guess I'm forced into it. Like okay there's nothing wrong with Ryder he's a bit annoying at times but damn he's sexy. Okay, I admit I'm attracted to him look wise personality wise not so much but hey who am I to judge? I still don't know him enough to judge his personality.

Anyways, back to the present right now I'm deciding what to wear my mum told me to dress decent but I don't now what she means by decent.

Decent as in don't look like a rat that just came out of the sewage or decent as in dress to impress.

But eh I'm going with not like a rat that just came out from the sewage.

So I pulled out a pair of high waisted jean shorts and an off shoulder white shirt with a pair of black high heeled boots.

After I was dressed I straightened my hair and left it open, then added a bit of make up which just consisted in eyeliner mascara and lipstick.

I then grabbed my phone not bothering to get a purse either way they're just next door so if I ever need anything I can literally just walk down their drive way turn right and bingo I'm in front of my house.

I went downstairs to find my mum standing by the door texting away on her phone obviously something work related. I cleared my throat hoping to catch her attention and surely I did.

"Well come on dear they must be expecting us by now " and with that we walked down out of our house and to the house next to ours. Personally I find it a bit ironic that THE bad boy of my new school lives next door to us but ehh what am I say.

Once we reached their front door my mum raised her hand and rang there door bell.
Not two minutes after Margret (Ryder's mother) opened the door with a Cheshire Cat smile on her face.

"Oh hello you two made it " she said while grinning happily.

"Hello Mrs Smith it was very nice of you to invite us to dinner " my mother said.

"Its my pleasure please call me Margret, Mrs Green "

"Alright Margret oh and please call me Rose " my mother chirped happily.

"Oh Ella it's lovely to see you again"  Margret said finally realizing my presence.

"It's lovely to be here thanks for inviting us " I said as politely as I could.

"Oh how rude of me come in come in " Margret ushered us in. Their house was similar to ours but theirs had a homier vibe with many pictures of them on their wall but something stood out to me there was a picture of a boy who looked about a year younger than Ryder but older than Christian (Ryder's younger brother) maybe that has something to do with his whole bad boy facade.

Because I know for fact no one rebels without a reason even though lately I've been quite good and haven't been into much trouble I guess my mums whole new place new attitude and beginning thing is starting to get to me. Anyways, I pushed the thoughts about Ryder to the back of my head it's not any of my business.

I turned my attention back to my mother and Margret who seem to be talking animatedly  as if they were long lost friends.

"You have a wonderful home Margret " I cut into there conversation instead of just standing there awkwardly.

"Oh thank you, honey oh you can go hang out with Ryder until dinners ready Joseph is out back barbecuing and Christian is probably upstairs playing with his action figures anyways Ryder's room is up stairs first one to the left " she said before turning back to her conversation with my mum not giving any space for arguing.

So I just mentally groaned before going up stairs and turned to my left to find a door with practically fifty do not enter signs I guess he doesn't like people much.

For some weird reason I felt nervous. Goddamn it  Ella Green does not get nervous you did not spend the last two years becoming bad ass only to be nervous from a boy, suck it up.

After my mental pep talk I  pushed down any nervousness I felt and lifted my hand up turning it into a fist before nocking on the door twice.

I heard noises from the other side of the door probably of someone, I'm guessing Ryder fussing around and then a groan and with that an irritated Ryder swung the door open.

"What!?" He exclaimed before looking down at me when he seemed to notice who I was he continued " oh hello neighbour "

"You know I have a name right?" He didn't even bother answering before turning around  and walking back into his room leaving his door wide open I took that as my Que to follow him inside what I saw was nothing like what I imagined.

I imagined his room being messy filled with posters of girls and you now the typical stuff but no, boy was I wrong his room was probably cleaner than mine he hand a king sized bed in the middle his room walls were black what was more surprising he hand a book shelf filled with books. Wow, I'm being mean I know but this totally wasn't what I expected.

I was brought out of thought by the sound of someone clearing there throat.

Coming back to reality I turned around to face Ryder " Never took you as a reader " I told him nodding my head towards the book shelf filled with books.

"Umm yeah sometimes when I'm bored I um yeah " he said while scratching  the back of his head nervously I also noticed his cheeks were tinted a light shade of pink. He looked adorable., seriously Ella seriously ..

I took this as a chance to check out his outfit he was wearing black skinny jeans white converse and a black fitted t shirt that let me tell you looked like a second skin you could see all his muscles through he shirt not that I'm complaining.

"Babe not that I'm complaining but I think your drooling " he said while I  subconsciously lifted my hand to check if I was seriously drooling.

"Um yeah anyways .." I poorly tried to change the subject while Ryder chuckled at my poor attempt to change the subject I couldn't help but feel the light blush creeping into my cheeks.