The Candace Clique

Chapter Eight

Julia’s arms encircled around the last box of her things, walking back inside her new flat to where Ryder Douglas was, placing the other boxes inside with a soft thud. He looked up at Julia with his midnight colored eyes, a smile across his beautiful face, “Hey, you.”

Ryder Douglas has been Julia’s piercing artist since the first time getting a piercing had come across her mind; Ryder doesn’t only do piercings, he’s also a tattoo artist in a small, tidy shop just a few blocks down from her new flat. Being a tattoo artist, Ryder had also personally designed his own sculpted body with his amazingly artsy tattoos that were always on show due to his muscle tees. His strikingly pale blue eyes and cheeky smile never fails to catch attention, not even Julia’s.

Julia smiled at her friend, placing the box down on a table and looking around at the empty boxes that Ryder had already packed on a corner and her things already in place, “Thanks, Ryder,” she sighed, slumping over the wall and crossing her arms, sweat trickling down her shirt, “I owe you.”

Ryder chuckled, “I get big bucks from you, babe,” he crossed his arms, his biceps bulging as he leaned across the wall from her, “it’s more like I owe you.”

She smiled, padding towards the kitchen and extracting two beers from the fridge, throwing one across the room at Ryder who caught it with ease, “I’m thinking about getting a tattoo, though,” she smirked, clinking the bottle’s neck with his bottle before tipping it up and taking a swig, letting the bitter taste of the drink drown her taste buds.

“That sounds fun,” he smiled down at her, pulling her to him and slipping his hand inside her shirt, his touch sending tingles up her spine. What am I doing? she thought, but her brain doesn’t seem to register that she wanted to pull away, “where do you want it?” he asked, dropping the beer bottle on the table and tracing his cool, slender fingers across her collar bone, “here?” he touched the side of her hip, “how about here?” he leaned into the crook of her neck, his tongue swiping on the sensitive skin on her neck, “maybe here?”

Julie tensed, gulping but her hands seemed to not mind at all because they circled around Ryder’s neck, tugging at his smooth hair softly, a soft moan escaping her mouth. When she registered that it came out of her mouth, she immediately bit on her lip, her heart running a marathon inside her ribcage, oh god.

Ryder let out a groan in response, hooking his hands under her ass and lifting her up without so much an effort before pressing her against the wall behind them. He pressed his forehead on hers, looking at her blazing blue eyes, “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, biting on her lip softly before smashing his full lips down to hers.

Bridget grabbed her towel, patting it across her face before heading inside the locker room to go get a shower. When she wrenched her locker open to grab her essentials and was ready to head over the shower room, Paige, Jaime, and Stacy blocked her way, cornering her. The three girls had their hands on their waists and death glare coming off of their caked up faces. Paige, a tiny brunette flipped her hair, looking daggers at Bridget, “Why don’t you just stay out of Patrick’s league and be as invisible as every volleyball team like you used to?”

Bridget raised an eyebrow, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb, Fisher,” Stacy snapped, “everyone in the cheerleading team knows that Patrick’s into you.”

Jaime pouted, looking at the dark haired girl from head to toe before whispering, “But she’s really pretty.”

“Shut up, Jay!” Paige hissed, slapping her friend’s arm, “who’s side are you on, anyways?”

Bridget tried to hide a smile as she watched Jaime skim a hand down her arm, looking down at the red skin with a pout on her lips. Paige cleared her throat, making Bridget look back at her, “What’s so special about you anyways, Bridget Fisher?”