* Alex's POV *
Ryder dragged me into his house and slammed the door shut behind him. I stood with my head down not wanting him to see my face. He leaned over till he was eye level with me, his face inches away from mine. He gently grabbed my upper arm with his large hands, I flinched when he made contact so suddenly, and he pulled away.
"Alex what happened, Jesus you must be freezing" he said sounding actually concerned.
"Nothing r-really just a stupid f-fightt, do you think I could use your phone to call Riley?" I asked without looking up. My body was still violently shivering from walking that far in the cold.
"Not until you tell me happened" he replied stubbornly.
"Why d-do you w-want to know so bbadd?" I said my teeth chattering and my body shaking.
"Jesus Christ, c'mere Alex" he said. He almost grabbed my hand but decided against it and motioned for me to follow him instead. "Don't worry my parents aren't home" he added.
I followed him through his maze of a house and up a winding staircase. He led me through a door and into must've been his room. "Sit" he said motioning towards the bed. I sat down as he dug through his closet.
"Here" he said throwing me a large black hoodie. I slipped it over my head as he studied me. The hoodie was warm and very comfortable. I still shivered slightly but the heat from the house and the hoodie helped warm me up. I made the mistake of looking up at Ryder.
"Alex what the hell happened" he said when he saw the full extent of my ruined face.
"Why do you care Ryder" I retorted.
"I'd like to know exactly what happened so I know why it is that I'm punching Nate the next time I see him" he said.
"No please just don't okay, I don't need your help or for you to defend me"
"I'm not defending you, see there you go again thinking the whole world revolves around you Alex, okay I'm sorry that I'm the one person who doesn't think you're so fucking great and amazing like everyone else" he yelled, getting angry fast.
My eyes swelled with tears and titled my head back to keep them from spilling. I usually never cry ever. I can count the number of time I remember crying in the past ten year on one hand, including this.
"Can I please just use your phone to call Riley." I said softly trying not to give away my voice.
He tossed his cellphone onto the bed. I reached for it and dialed Riley's number. She didn't answer so I tried three more times only to get her voicemail each time. I sighed and handed the phone to Ryder.
"Okay she didn't answer. Anyways I'll get going now thanks for well.. you know.. Um thank you" I said awkwardly.
"How are you suppose to get home?" he questioned.
"The subway" I replied acting like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"And how are you suppose to get to the station?" he pressed.
"There's one like two blocks from here that's where I was headed anyways" I said as I stood up.
"No Alex-" Ryder started.
"Look if your worried about me freezing you could just let me borrow this hoodie and ill give it back to you on Monday" I cut him off.
"First of all that hoodie won't keep you warm while your outside in this weather, and second do you really think it's a good idea to walk to the subway at 1am and take it home?" As he said it I remembered Lucia might not be home, and if she was I'd rather die then face her like this and tell her what happened.
"C'mere lets get you cleaned up" he said as he gently helped me off the bed. I didn't bother arguing with him.
He led me into the bathroom which was probably as big as my bedroom. He rummaged through drawers till he found what he was looking for. Tonight's events kept reeling through my mind on a never ending loop. Without even realizing it I began crying quietly again.
"Okay sit on the counter so I can reach your face better" he said. He turned around and saw me standing there with my head down. I felt so pathetic having him see me cry so I tried to hide it.
"Hey hey, it's okay" he soothed as he walked over.
"I'm sorry-"
"You don't need to be sorry about anything Alex, okay?" he said a he tilted my face up and brushed my tears off with his thumb.
He then loosely picked me up my arms and wrapped them around his neck, I tightened the grip around his neck and he moved his hands under my thighs, I flinched when he touched me. He hoisted me onto the counter and removed his hands. He wrapped his arms around my waist. Pulling me into a hug as I rested my face on bus toned chest, sobbing like a child.
He moved one hands from my waist to my head and gently stroked my hair, keeping the other locked around my waist. To my surprise it was comforting being wrapped around me, wearing his oversized hoodie, being able to cry into his chest. I was so fortunate that by some miracle I had walked past his house on the way to the subway station and he had heard me and Nate fighting. I knew he had lived close to Bryant and Nate, size the three of them all lives in Central Park.
Finally I pulled back and looked at him.
"Sorr-"
"Shh" he whispered.
He turned on the water and washed his bloody knuckles off, he picked up a towel and wet it with the water and turned to me. He held my face as he slowly and gently wiped my streaked makeup and tears off. I closed my eyes and pretended I was somewhere else and that tonight never happened.
"Alex which one is the disinfectant?" he asked holding up two bottles he got from under the sink.
"That one" I said pointing to the right bottle.
"I have to clean that cut on your lip it's pretty deep" he said.
I nodded as he poured the alcohol solution onto a towel and gently dabbed my bottom lip. I inhaled sharply as the alcohol stung. When he was finished I took the towel and bottle from him.
"You too" I said. He had a small cut on his lip from when Nate hit him. It wasn't nearly as big as mine though. As soon as I touched the towel to his lip he retracted and pulled his face away.
"Fuck that burns" he complained.
Oh shut up" I said and continued to clean his lip.
When I finished I threw the towel into the hamper and turned towards him.
"Are you going to tell me what happened now?" he asked.
"Fine" I caved in. I wouldn't be able to avoid his pestering and I figured he'd seem enough that he deserved the full true story.
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