Sitting on His Lap

Repeat and meeting with the gays

Eva

What did he just say? I started panicking,

did he mean he loved me, or was it just to piss off Derek? 

Whatever. Ryder came towards me and twirled his arms around my waist in a vice like grip. He planted a sweet kiss that made his arms my only support for standing. Nipping my bottom lip, slipping his hands down to my ass, grabbing in a way that only he could pull off. Not even Derek could do it. The last time he tried to grab my ass in a kiss, he ended up with one less possible child. He never tried again. But with Ryder, it was okay for him to do that. 

A cough interrupted my reminisce about how awesome Ry's hands felt gripping my ass. I turned to glare at an angry Derek and an amused Gena. 

"What are you doing with him anyways? Is it just to spite me? If so, baby I'm sorry. They meant absolutly nothing to me." Derek pleaded.

"Good, so you're love for them is the same love I have for you. Nothing." I said in a clam steady voice, although my insides were crumbling with fury, I was so pissed, I wanted nothing to do with him. "Gena, I'm moving out, I'll meet you later for the details." I walked up to Derek.

"You know, I actually hoped that we could work this out," trailing both hands along opposite ends of his collar bone. "But now I know for a fact," kneeing him in his now covered dick. "we can't." I finished in a sickly sweet voice.

"Bye Gena, wash up text me and meet me at the usual place."I say while hugging her, ignoring the fact that she's still naked.

I left in a rush to get out of there, grabbing Ryder's hand. Once we make it outside, I turn to him. One look at him and I break down in tears. I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. I don't know what came over me, but my river of upset tears washed over my face. Taking over any other senses that could make itself known. I faintly recal being picked up, with someone's muscular arms wrapped around my frame. I was soon placed in a seat, but blacked out.

~~~~~~~Later that day~~~~~~~~~~

I woke up in Ry's bed, I only knew it was his because my hoodie from the night of the attack was laying on the ground next to it. I got up, my stitches begining to bother me. I can see the blood flowing from the wound.

I need some pain killers.

I trudged my way through the small hallways, walking away from the room in search of my saviour. I hear music playing from the kitchen, and soft singing. I can smell the food being cooked I round the corner with only my head.

Blaize was sitting at the bar. looking extremly distressed, while Maddox was cooking food and singing along to sweater whether on the radio.

All I am is a man

I want the world in my hands

I hate the beach

But I stand

In California with my toes in the sand

Use the sleeves of my sweater

Let's have an adventure

Head in the clouds but my gravity's centered

Touch my neck and I'll touch yours

You in those little high-waisted shorts, oh

She knows what I think about

And what I think about