I need to pee.
Not the typical way to wake up, but you must have realised by now that I am not a normal human.
As I try to move, I realise that I am trapped. No I am not handcuffed in the basement of a creepy stalker guy.
I am in the comfort of my bed, with a very shirtless Ryder sleeping next to me. His hand is draped across me, securing me to his chest. No going to lie, I am enjoying this a lot.
But as I said before, I need to pee. Very very soon.
I try to push him off of me. Key word being try! He is such a fatass. Groaning I do my best and manage to push him off.
I scramble to the restroom. When I return I see that Ryder had woken up and was getting off the bed.
"Good morning, princess. I hope you slept well." Ryder says, while stretching his arms.
Damn those muscles.
"Good morning, Ryder. I slept great!" I greet back.
He nods and gets up, he walks towards where I was standing and hugs me, I hug him back, and we stay like that for sometime.
He then pulls apart and goes to the washroom to bath, probably.
I am still tired so I lay down on the bed and enjoy the body wasn't that is still preserved in it.
After ten minutes Ryder comes out with a towel around his waist and water dripping from his hair.
Is it just me or did it get hot in here?
Anyways, I go and take a shower, I decide on wearing my black ripped jeans and grey cropped top with a teal jacket.
I leave my hair open and go out, Ryder is sitting on my bed and is already dressed. He is wearing black jeans, white V-neck with his leather jacket.
Doesn't he have any other clothes with him?!
"What do you want to eat, princess?" Ryder asks.
"I want something French. I am craving croissants."
"Croissants it is, and lucky you I know a place that makes amazing ones. Oh and princess, you look really good in that jacket." Ryder says with a wink.
I mutter a small thank you and follow him out of my room.
We arrive at the cafe in twenty minutes and head inside. We sit in a booth in a very secluded corner.
What's up with him and corners?
Shrugging it off I sit in front of him, a waitress brings us our menu and we order our croissants.
We eat in silence and it's really weird, because, we usually always have something to talk about.
I ignore the feeling and concentrate on my food, suddenly Ryder whispers, "When I give you the sign, I want you to walk straight to the women's restroom okay?"
I nod, because I understand it's serious and continue eating my food maintaining a poker face. Ryder slowly kicks my legs and I excuse myself to the restroom.
Just as I reach the restroom I hear a 'boom' sort of sound.
My heart begins beating faster and my thoughts are racing millions of miles per hour.
What the actual fuck is happening out there? Can't a girl just eat in peace?
I close my eyes and lock the restroom door behind me. I then splash some water on my face to clear my head.
Okay, so obviously something is going on there and I'll have to do something to help. But I won't make hasty decisions.
First I need a plan.
Hmmm... Wait a minute. There must be some toilet cleaner lying around here in the restroom right? I am pretty sure it can cause a lot of damage if sprayed in the eyes.
I look around and to my luck, I find three bottles. I make a small basket type with my jacket and tie it to my waist. I grab one toilet cleaner in my hand the other two in my jacket and slowly get out of the restroom.
I sneak a peek and see that almost all the people have evacuated, but I can see a few men here and there.
So them I have to take down? That's okay, you ruin my breakfast, I ruin your life.
With that in mind I slowly get out, I open the toilet cleaner bottle and test it. It squirts pretty well.
I sneak up to one of the men, he notices me and raises his gun, but I am, thankfully, quick enough to squirt the toilet cleaner in his eyes.
He cringes with pain and screams, and drops his gun. I grab it and shoot him in the leg.
We will worry about the consequences later, but right now it's time to clean.
I tuck the gun in my jeans. Wrong move, it's very very uncomfortable, it's like so cold.
No time to think now, it's boom bang bang time.
I hide under a table and shoot two other guys in the foot and calf. Guess someone's gonna be on the naughty list this year.
Another over smart buddy tried to use a chair to knock Ryder out. But I shoot him in the butt.
Look who'll be not able to sit on the hard prison chairs? Mr. I-am-too-over-smart!
Serves him right.
I run about the perimeter, yes I am speaking spy. I learned it last year while watching Spy Kids. That was not meant to be said, er thought. Well whatever!
I don't see anyone else, so I go to where Ryder and I were sitting, and I see Ryder happily finishing his breakfast.
That evil monkey. May his soul be forever cast in the deepest pits of Tartarus.
I go up to him and punch him real good on the arm, he winces in pain and almost spits out his breakfast.
"Who the fuck were they?" I spat angrily at him. He just shrugs, "Oh them. They're nothing, just a friendly reminder of what could happen if my family makes a wrong move. Don't worry you can continue eating."
This guy keeps getting more mysterious by every second. What's up with him?!
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