*The Studio*

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  I walked in fearing that Shawn was going to be mad at me. Austin held my hand as if it was his last time seeing me.I look up at him and smiled. he laugh at how i moved my feet. Then the glass door was just ahead.I turned and said bye. he pulled me back and kissed me like it was our last. i took a deep breath and walked in. i went up to shawn an ask were was i last night/ i told him i fell asleeep. he look at me.

                                                             * 1 Hour later *

" That's a rap everyone. Ryder you did good."

"Thanks shawn. So i just wanted to let you guys know that i am throughing a party with my first pay cheak. I would love if all  of you came."

" We all would love to Ryder !! But were is it ? "

"It's at my lake house i bought with the  left over money and plus i have a new place to live. But i think i am still going to live with austin."

"What's the theme ??? "

"  A ROYAL BALL !!!

" okay then. See you at 7 ryder."

I walked out so happy that i almost cried.Them of course i bumped into a tall skinny girl. She look at her shirt and then me. Out of no where she slaps me. So  since i went to juvie...i kinda learned kick boxing moves, I turned and triped her. she through a punch. i then through a punch to her eye. i  ketp hitting.

" what the fuck is the matter with you."

"let go this is airapostle Bitch.

"I don't give a dam."

"what's yourf name slut !!."

"Ryder Knight, Hoe."

" hey what's your sluty hoe ?"

"Alex Star, Fucker."

then austin and shawn came an pulled us apart. Austin look at me and that fucking hoe Alex kissed him.

'" Hey babby."

" Baby ? really Austin."

" No Ryder it isn't what it looks likes."

"Bye Ryder."

I ran out the doors and looked both ways and  yelled fo the taxi. Austin ran out and yellled  Ryder please. I looked back and saw him and turned back and started crying. Thinking to myself this always happens. i will never be love.

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