The Cliché Cupid ||COMPLETED||✔

Chapter 22- Son Of A Biased Biscuit Bathing In The Bahamas.

Chapter 22: Son Of A Biased Biscuit Bathing In The Bahamas

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That's what came to my mind first?

Bad boy's princess?

Jeez, could I be anymore cliché? No, I couldn't.

Well I guess there's nothing else to do than to spray away.

We work in silence, I focus on getting each letter right, I write it without any extra style because I am a newbie.

After fifteen minutes I finish it, and it looks good, like actually good. Nice job Andrea, guess you aren't useless after all.

I turn to the left to see Ryder capping his can. He moves back to look at his art and I move to see it too.

She is mine.

I see, written in beautiful calligraphy as if done by an expert. Wow. Never thought that mere words could look so much like art.

But they were nothing compared to the piece of art next to me. The same piece of art who amazes me everyday, makes my heart beat faster, day feel better and time feel slower.

Pretty sure he is a magician.

He looks at me and says, "bad boy's princess. Hmm, not bad. But I thought you were the no cliché type of girl."

"I am but well that was what came to my mind first and I drew it. And you can't speak ok. She is mine? What are you? A character in a wattpad novel?" I retort.

"Fine, chill. No need to get so worked up princess. You don't want wrinkles do you?" he teases.

"You son of a biased biscuit bathing in the Bahamas​!" I say, while punching his arm lightly.

He just shrugs it off and starts walking back, I follow him because well I have no other choice.

He reaches the car and opens the door for me, I smile and get in.

What's up with this guy? One second he is an asshole bad boy and other he is sweet gentleman.

Is he by any chance pregnant? You know the mood swings and all.

Maybe he is. I guess we'll never know.

"Let's get something inside your stomach, because I am pretty sure you aren't as pretty as you are now, when you're hungry." Ryder says, turning on the engine.

"I don't know if I should blush at the smooth comment or smack you for making fun of me." I say, amusedly.

He just chuckles, I turn on the radio, well because I am bored and I feel like I should touch up my dancing skills.

Call it what you want by Taylor Swift plays. I fucking love this song. Her reputation album is frickin' awesome.

I began singing because, well because I can, 

🎶 My castle crumbled overnight
I brought a knife to a gunfight
They took the crown, but it's alright
All the liars are calling me one
Nobody's heard from me for months
I'm doing better than I ever was, 'cause 🎶

And I dab. Yes it's 'be as awkward as you can day'.

🎶 My baby's fit like a daydream
Walking with his head down
I'm the one he's walking to
So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to
My baby's fly like a jet stream
High above the whole scene
Loves me like I'm brand new
So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to 🎶