Bad Boy's Game

13. The "Real" Story

"And yeah, that's that I guess." I say a little sheepishly as I look at him waiting for a response. There isn't one, and for a long time he just stares at me blankly. 

Finally he speaks up, blinking a couple times as if not fully comprehending what I had just told him. "That's it?" He asks in disbelief, looking me in the eye. "That's the reason you were crying in your car in front of my house, looking like your world just came crashing down." 

I let out a sigh, "yup." And again I am sitting here awaiting his response. He stands up after what seems like an eternity and just looks at me with a confused look on his face. 

"Really?! Like, really Sam." He says in the most condescending tone I have ever heard anyone muster. He runs a hand through his hair. "God, that is by far the most pathetic reason I've ever heard." 

Okay, I get that but... ouch? 

He lets out a small chuckle.  "Here I was actually worried about your cute ass thinking it was something actually serious."

Silence again. I am beginning to feel really ashamed of myself. I shrink down a little into the bed where I sat. Maybe I shouldn't have told him what I did... 

"All this, really," he begins again, "over a fight with your friend?!" 

I do nothing but simply nod my head. I just couldn't bring myself to confide in him about what was really going on, so I made up a story. I told him I got into an argument with Ryan and that we were really mad at each other. Maybe it was a bit of a stretch considering Ryan and I have never fought in our lives,  and even if we did it wouldn't warrant this many tears, but I had to come up with something. Yeah, Riley may think I'm the most pathetic, petty girl to walk the earth, but it was the price I decided to pay in order to keep my secret from him. If anything, it will hopefully distract him from the real issues in my life. At least for a little while. 

"Sorry, I know it's stupid." I begin, unable to explain myself because none of this really happened. 

He laughs again. "You're a mess, like honestly what the fuck." His comment makes me frown and look down at my hands. 

I hear a long exasperated sigh before there is a hand underneath my chin, lifting it up. "You know what? I'm just such a good boyfriend that we're going to go back to your place and I'm going to help you sort it out with Riker." 

I roll my eyes. "Ryan." 

"That's what I said." He remarks, completely brushing off my correction. "Here's the plan," he starts, sitting down next to me again. "I'm going to drive you to your house, you can wait inside, and then I'll go over to Ryan's house and get him to come over, and then you two can talk it out and you'll be friends again and then," he kisses me on the forehead, and I can't help but notice how right it feels, "I'll be the best boyfriend ever and get major brownie points with my super dramatic, but also hella beautiful girlfriend." 

He finishes the whole lecture off with a wink. I get a little panicked at the thought of going home, but I'm thinking - hoping - that at this point my father will be gone in fear of me contacting the police or something. 

"I appreciate that thought Riley, I really do. But I just don't think it's necessary, especially not this soon. Ry and I will would it out on our own, we just need time." I try to explain. I know for a fact Ryan isn't home anyways so it seems pointless, and then I'm stuck at home again. 

"No way am I letting you chicken your way out of this one babe. If you don't confront it and resolve it right now you're just going to be dramatic and upset about it for the rest of the week. Let's go, we're doing this now."