She was fire; he was ice.
He was bad and she was good.
He was rude cocky and arrogant. She was sarcastic, depressed and lonely.
Opposites attract. But so do lies, murder, bets, and promises.
For we are all crooked souls trying to stay up straight...
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Chapter 7: The Good Girl's Promise
• KINGS, QUEENS, & SLAUGHTERED DONKEYS •
• KIMBERLY •
Riding in a vehicle with Ryder is anything but pleasant. Let's be real, it was as pleasant as cutting a turkeys head off or submerging yourself in chemical acid. Between Ryder's screams (which he calls singing) and the car being as small as a taco shell, you can't help but feel your eardrums explode.
Currently, we were half way to the school and Ryder was singing Side to Side by Arianna Grande. How does he know this song, you may ask? It beats me.
This has to be the the third song he screamed and Adrienne hasn't made one move to turn off the radio. But somehow I think that won't stop Ryder. My fists clench and my fingers dig deeply into my olive skin. At the base my skull, a deep aching has formed and my forehead with the fresh bruise from the rock incident has never seized to stop hurting.
I tried my hardest to ignore his voice that I had so much hatred towards. My eyes wandered to the window as I curiously watched the trees and houses pass by. The song ended and there was a breath of silence.
Thank you Lo-
"I'm wide awake
Yeah, I was in the dark
I was falling hard
With an open heart
I'm wi-"
"Would you shut the hell up before I cut your head off and stuff you like turkey about to be ate on Thanksgiving!" I yelled.
The car got silent, but I could easily hear Adrienne trying to contain her laughter. Andrew was dead silent and I honestly didn't care.
"You want to stuff and eat me, huh?" Ryder suggested while wiggling his eyebrows.
"You know what you as-" I began to claw myself out of the seat belt. My fists aching to meet Ryder's face. That was the game plan until my brother's voice stopped me.
"Kimbear, stop."
I turn to my brother astonished. My hands loosening from the restraints of the seat belt. Why has my brother been such a butt hole lately? All I want to do is claw out Ryder's eyes, is that too much to ask?
"Yeah Kimbean. Stop before you do something you'll regret." Ryder said smugly.
Ryder's hand is gently placed on my thigh making my head flush with heat. A sudden rush of emotions clouded my head but I immediately pushed them away before smacking Ryder's warm hand from my leg.
