The Unmatched Matchmaker

Chapter 11: The Chosen One

I tried not to sigh in frustration as my eyes continued to droop down. The words on the paper were starting to blur and my head was swimming from fatigue.

Dear Lord am I tired. I opened my eyes and tried to prop myself up to stop myself from falling asleep. It's been 30 days since the deal was made and I still need to set Ryder up with Dia, which is a bit impossible because Dia hates Ryder.

Don't ask me how that happened. When I made friends with Dia and I brought up Ryder, her face scrunched up in disgust and she started spewing out hate words against him, as though he's some sort of alien that abducted her loved one or something. I believe she used words like: "Ugly assface!", "ignorant pig-pimple!", "hideous bug mouth" to describe him. She said a bunch of other words that made zero sense and are too strong, even for mature audiences.

Dia's cool though. A bit eccentric but cool. She had the tendency to just start rambling in the middle of her sentence whenever she's excited about something. She's down-to-earth and is the type of person you wouldn't get bored with. She and Ryder are perfect for each other. Unfortunately, they despise each other.

Which is why I'm up at 2 in the morning, waiting for some sort of miraculous answer to my dilemma. Me winning this bet isn't even about the consequence, it's about the bragging rights! Bragging rights that I need to hold leverage against Ryder. I mean, I love him and everything (In a friend way) but I need to win against this guy.

For as long as I can remember, Ryder has always won against me. Always. I don't know how he does it, but it's almost like he's always one step ahead of me. Or maybe he's just better than me a at a certain field. Who knows? Whatever the case, I have to win this because it would be humiliating if I don't. What good would my title of "The Best Matchmaker In All Of New York" is if I can't match one guy. Now that just knocks down my ego and my ego is already small enough to begin with.

I sighed for the hundredth time tonight. It felt like studying for a Physics test. Memorizing all these formulas about Velocity and Time and Displacement when I know for a fact that I won't use them in the future. At this point of the evening, I've memorized so much about Ryder just by me staring at his file when I know for a fact that I won't use this in real life.

Great. Now I'm going crazy. Who compares a subject with a human being? At least Ryder's less annoying than Physics and I'd rather want to spend time with him that be with Physics.

I was lost in my thoughts about comparing Ryder and Physics when my phone rang. What the hell? It's like 2 in the morning. Who would call me at 2 in the morning? Shit. What if something bad happened to my family? What if they were in a car crash and my Mom died and my Dad's in a coma? WHAT IF ALIENS TOOK MY PARENTS?!

I picked up the cell without looking at the ID and automatically said, "What's the name of the hospital? What happened to them? Please tell me they're fine."

"What?" The voice from the other line said in bewilderment.

"Oh God. Who died? Were my parents abducted by aliens?! Please officer, tell me!" I said trying to contain my sobs.

"Will you just relax, O'Connor?!" The voice from the other end said. "Your parents are fine."

"What?" I said with a sniffle. "Then why did you call me? Who is this?"

"It's Ryder." The voice answered.

I gave out a sigh of relief and said, "Oh. It's just you."

I could practucally feel Ryder's eyeroll from the other line. "Oh please. You should be honored that I called you."

Now it's my turn to roll my eyes. "Why should I be honored you called? I don't have a ghost and you're not a ghostbuster."

"Stop being a wise-ass alright?" Ryder snapped from the other line.