Can You Fight? [ON HOLD]

Chapter 10

~~~Author's Note~~~

After months of not updating, here is the long awaited Chapter 10!!!! Whoop Whoop! 

This was written by alexj23 and edited by yours truly. I hope you guys enjoy and I would like to thank the readers who stuck by us, talking to you greenguitargirl26! 

Oh and one more thing, alexj23 and I have decided that we'll dedicate this chapter to the person who leaves us the best comment, wether it makes us laugh or it just brighten our day. So be sure to leave your comments, we do read each and everyone of them.

~Viola4lyfe~

Chapter 10

As soon as school was over, Riley and I headed straight to her house. I already asked my mom, and she had said yes, which wasn’t surprising. Emily should know where I am, since I texted her. Just as we arrived at Riley’s house, a red Honda pulled up next door. I recognized it from somewhere but I just didn’t know where. Then the realization hit me. It was Aiden’s. I turned to Riley with a questioning look, but she didn’t notice me. 

“Hey Riley, Lia!” Aiden called when he noticed us. I gave him a small wave. Riley’s gaze didn’t leave the ground as we made our way. Something was going on. He disappeared into the house and Riley and I entered hers. 

“What, when, where, why, and how?” I asked her. I didn’t need to elaborate because she knows exactly what I mean.

“He moved in like, two weeks ago, and I didn’t say anything, because I didn’t know how to tell you. When you introduced us on Monday, we already knew each other,” she explained with a scowl. She sounded irritated.

“What crawled up your ass?” I asked her as I took off my “Lia” disguise. The wig was starting to itch.

“Nothing, I knew you were gonna react this way. You’re always trying to set me up with people. I should’ve told you in the beginning and I’m sorry,” she said. I knew she was sincere. She almost never says sorry, well for except that one other time, but that’s for another time.

“Ok then, I just wanted to know. I’m sorry too babe,” I joked as I wrapped my arms around her. She laughed as I did and hugged me back. 

“So what are we gonna do for the night?” I asked her.

“Movie?” 

“Ya know it.”

~~6 hours later~~

Three movies, a large box of pizza, two litters of Sprite, and five bowls of popcorn later, Riley and I are sprawled lazily on the couch. Both of us were exhausted. We had watched all three Rush Hour movies, and we could barely contain our laughter. Then I suddenly remembered Friday. I let out a loud groan.

“What’s wrong?” Riley asked me.

“Friday,” I blurted out bluntly.

“What about it?”

“I have to fight Ryder.”

“Oh. That sucks.”

“Yeah," I sighed.

“What are you so worried about?” She asked me.

“He’s close to figuring something out, I can tell,” I admitted, worry seeping into my voice.

“How do you know?”

Then I proceed to tell her what happened yesterday, excluding the whole diner and the situation between him and his father. I don’t know why I didn’t tell her, but I felt like it was not something I should share. It wasn’t my story to tell.