Bridge to meet Ridge (ON HOLD!)

Chp 6

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Hey guys!

I made a mistake and published the wrong version last chp. Only then end part is slightly different. So here is the correct part:

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"hey" he plopped down in the seat opposite to me taking out his phone.

"Look Ridge, i dont need your help, okay? i've delt with this shit my entire high school life, and just because of what happened recently all, doesnt mean i need you to be my fucking knight in--"

"your welcome" he cut me off taking my apple frrom my tray. he smiled and then took a bite. "and also, i was just coming here to ask you somthing, but if you would prefer bitch queen here instead i can go get her back?"

"what more do you want" i asked, ignoring his previous statement and getting to the point. "im already gonna try and get you out of those police seminars."

"deals off" he simply stated leaning on the table with his elbows. "New deal"

"and why would i want a new deal"

"simple. this deal benifits both of us"

"what do you propose?"i squinted at him leaning on the table aswell.

"I was hoping that I could crash at your place from time to time" He seemed to be, nervous? "and before you say no, jut here me out. Please?

i looked at him for second debating on wether or not to listen. looking at my watch, i realized that i had 20 more minutes of lunch before classes resume. so i nodded for him to continue. 'what could be the harm in hereing him out?' i thought. after all he did say please.

"Fine"

"Well..."

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That's it. Parts before and after this are he same. Continue reading chp 6 below>>>>

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He stumble in and sat down on my desk chair groaning. Without saying anything, actually not being able to say anything, I rushed into the kitchen and got water and a first-aid kit. I hurried back inside and kneeled beside him. He had changed since school and now wore a comfy looking pair of grey Nike shorts and a navy blue shirt. Neither of us said a word while he drank the glass of water I gave him and I whipped the blood oozing from a deep cut across his cheek.

'Why the hell his he here?'

Wrong question.... you're the one who said he could crash here from time to time.

'Fine. Why the hell is he here like this!?'

Oh. I don't know. Just attend to your boyfriend.

'He is NOT my boyfriend!'

Sure... and I'm not a little voice in your head.

'Look okay. we made and equally beneficial deal. If I knew this was gonna happen, I would have--'

"It's not bleeding anymore" my thoughts were cut if by his deep and evidently tired voice.

"What?" I asked completely confused on what he was talking about.

"The cut. It stopped bleeding. But umm..... your still wiping it" he ended awkwardly point to my hand still holding the wet cloth to his face.

"Oh" I immediately withdrew my hand and placed it on my lap. "Umm... what happened?" Honestly, I was scared to ask...