Take Me Home.

six; what the hell is going on?

Leah's POV

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Incoming call from Ryder.

"Hello?"

"Hey, where are you?" he questioned.

"I just pulled into my driveway. Why?"

"Nothing, just wondering."

I grabbed my bag from the trunk of my car and started walking inside.  

"What the hell?" I hollered.

I dropped my phone on accident, shattering the screen.

"Damn it!" I griped.

I dropped my bags at the floor and kept staring at my front door.

Someone spray painted SLUT in bright red on my front door. 

I sighed and quickly picked up my phone, hoping Ryder was on the other end.

"Leah, what the hell happened?" Ryder questioned.

"Just hurry up. You'll see when you get here." I said, hanging up.

"Is everything okay?" a voice asked.

I turned my head to see Will standing in their driveway.

"Uhhh not really." I sighed.

Will jogged next to me and took a look at my door.

"Well, that's not good."

"Yeah, it's not! Do you know who did this Will?" 

"This blonde headed girl came to your door. She was there a while, but I didn't know what she was doing. When she came back out of your doorway I asked, and all she said was that she was checking up on you. Apparently, you and Ryder broke up? That really sucks." Will explained.

"Ryder and I didn't break up. In fact, he's on his way right now." I replied, confused.

"Well, until he gets here, the guys and I will help clean it off." Will suggested.

"Thanks, but I don't want to see Nash and Hayes right now." 

"Why? You guys were like best friends a couple weeks back." 

"That's the thing. I don't know what is going on with them. Ryder and I started dating, and then they stop talking to me. Do you know what's going on?" I asked.

"When did you say this happened?"

"It happened last Saturday after the party. I was sick, so I didn't go." I told Will.

Will's face turned pale, and he stood there frozen.

"Will do you know?"

"Uhhh....no I didn't hear anything. Oh look, I have to go." Will said, taking off.

"Hey beautiful."

I looked back to see Ryder standing there with Starbucks.

"Hey." I whispered.

"I'm sorry it took me so long, I wanted to get you something. Now what happened?"

"Look at my door." I ordered.

Ryder's face dropped, and almost dropped my latte.

"Can I have my latte?" I smiled.

"Yeah." he said, handing my drink. 

Ryder still looked astonished of what was written across my door.

"Ryder, don't worry about it. Can I see your phone? I kinda broke mine." I giggled.