How to love

Chapter 10

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Chapter 10

We sat in silence, watching spongebob.

As spongebob asked squidward if he was finished with those errands, foot steps shuffled across the floor. I jerked my head back quickly and met eyes with Dallon.

He looks worse... his greasy brown hair lays over his eyes, and dark grey bags. He's pale white, and his skin hangs loose on his bones.

"He's still here?" Dallon gritted through his teeth.

"He's fine Dallon." I scowl at him.

What's his deal? Ryder's done nothing but protect me.

"I got me eyes on you punk." Dallon spat, and shuffled back up the stairs.

I turned to Ryder, who's paying no attention to Dallon, but focusing on squidward's deflating face. "Sorry about him."

Ryder looks to me and shrugs. "No biggy," he starts "he's just looking out for you." He flashes his sparkling white teeth to me and turns back to the tv.

As spongebob is ending, a firm three knocks come from the door. Ryder lays his hand on my thigh and shakes his head. "I'll get it."

My thigh tingles from his touch, once he removes his hand. I smile and watch him retreat to the door. His calf muscles flex with each step he takes.

Ugh! he's so hot!

I mean....

Who am I kidding?

Ryder twists the door knob and swings it open.

"Mrs. Baily please." A high voice with a small British accent says, must be our landlady.

Mrs. Baily.... Mom..

Now that I think off it... she's been gone all week, ever since the weekend.

I spring from my spot in the coach and hurry to the door. Our landlady, Barley Flouric stood in the doorway with her hands resting in her hips.

"Where is your mother?" She begins tapping her foot impatiently.

"Umm.." I rub my hands together, which is a nervous habit of mine "shes... at the store."

"Mmm." Barley looks behind me into my house. "well the rents due." She looks back to me, her beady black eyes drilling holes through me.

Crap.

Rent.

"Ok, I'll let her know." I smile at her and slam the door in her face.

"Ryder..." I start carefully. "I need to go fi-"

"No!" he yells grabbing my shoulders.

"Ryder..." I barley whisper, staring at him in shock.

"No Blake. It's dangerous..."

I glare at him, eyes ablaze. "I've never lost, Ryder. An I need the money!" I spit out his name; shrugging his hands off my shoulders.

"Blake-"