The only thing worse than a player...Chapter10

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Hey ppl:) I dnt really have anything to say....so on with the story!

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CHAPTER 10

~*Raynes POV*~

The following morning, we all met at the Southbay Mall. This mall has EVERYTHING, including a theatre, bowling and ice skating.

"Hows everyone doing?" Maya asked as we all met up by the entrance.

"Im good, you all?" I asked. Everyone smiled or gave a "good".

"So, where do we go first?" Jenny asked.

"To JcPenny. They have the best dresses and skirts." Lauren smiled. I had no objections, and off we went. As we walked, Ryder walked next to me.

"So, how'd you sleep?" he asked me. i smiled.

"Good, you?"

"Pretty good...." he said. I grinned and he smiled back.

"You told me you could sing...sing." i said. He shook his head.

"No way. Not in a public mall, Rayne." he smirked. I rolled my eyes.

"Whaaatever,Ryd--" i was inturrupted by Lauren.

"Heeeeeyyyyy Ryder!" she squealed, rubbing up to him. "Its cool how we all hang together now, huh? I feel like we're such close friends!"

"No Lauren." Ryder said, switching to quiet mode.

"No what?" she asked,confused.

"We arent close friends." he said, looking at the floor. Ryder would probably pass for a model, or actor. His hair, unlike most boys, is perfectly straight, and each strand is 2-3 or so inches long. Its not long enough to touch his shoulders, but long enough to run your hands in it....NOT THAT I WAS THINKING OF DOING THAT....just an observation!

His eyes are hazel, but more on the brown side. His features are a bit sharp, but not in a scary way. His teeth are straight, he has adorable dimples, and his face is a perfect shape. He's 5'10", and he, Jason, Kyle and Shane, are all well built.

Lauren frowned and looked at me.

"What about Rayne?" she asked. Ryder glanced at me.

"What about her?"

"Is she your close friend?"

"Closer than i am with you, Lauren." he said, smiling slightly. I tried to hide my smile.

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