The Reject

Three.

"God dammit why scare me like that making me think you guys would "you know"?" I explain pouring some tea into the china cup. I just couldn't believe this whole stupid explanation of Natasha and Ryder as an old couple in the past, because to me it just didn't seem fit at all. I mean I guess they do look like an "attractive" couple but Natasha has always been into the preppy type of jocks with rich homes and snobby parents. And of all people she chose Ryder?

"So, that means you and him must know a lot about each other if you two have been dating for like a year am I right?" I ask once more as she nods, and for once I shrug off the fact that I'm inviting my former bully for tea in my apartment room, and weirdly I'm enjoying her company. "If you get to know Ryder better he's not as bad-ass as he looks or acts at all, in fact I'd say he's a sensitive one." She admits as she lights up a cigar from her purse. Another thing to learn about her, a smoker.

"That's odd since people tell me he isn't the type to date at all." I chuckle oddly as she inhales puffs of smoke that fly through the living room. She raises her eyebrow as she throws the cigar away into the balcony and makes her way back to the old springy couch of mine. For awhile silence grows longer and longer but she decideds to break off the awkward line by leaving.

"Your not bad at all Love, in fact I'd say you could be a close friend of mine. However we can't tell anyone at school about this, and expect to see me here a lot more often." I listen as she puts on her boots that compliment her extremely short shorts and short top. She's and overboard bitch still, but I guess it's just a part of her so why even bother. She slams the door as her boots click and make her way to the elevator making me somewhat cringe for some odd reason.

What if her bold care-free image really isn't a part of who she is at all? What if she was just a pretender? I thought to myself while rushing and forcing myself to finish the green tea, I hate to waste so it's natural for me to instantly force myself to finish something even if I'm full. "Maybe I'm not the one who should be feeling down at all because what do I have to pretend if I really show who I am by the way I dress and look?" I ask myself as if I'm mental, here I am again the weird side of Gwendolyn and now is a moment to remeber something. "The business card!" I shout to myself remembering it was tucked upon the mini booklet, "Where the hell is it!" I groan opening the brochure and searching around through my purse, that is where I put it right? How far can I make without it?

"SHUT UP LOVE YOU SOUND LIKE YOUR BEATING UP SOME SLUT IN YOUR LIVING ROOM!" I hear Ryder complain through the walls as I roll my eyes, "SO AT LEAST YOU KNOW HOW IT FUCKING FEELS FOR ME EVERY SINGLE TIME!" I say continuing to search around the room and ignoring Ryder's annoying complaints. I run to my room opening each and every drawer, ruining the perfectly folded shorts and tops stacked upon each other. Digging deeper I find nothing but old photographs and missing jewelery making me wondering how the hell I could find a small little business card that was tucked into a small brochure. "Where else did I leave with my purse?" I mutter to myself thinking about who I gave it to and where I left it. "Natasha must've tooken it while I told her to hold my bag for me." I say to myself evalutaing whether this could be possible, but why would she want a business card for a label that only promotes alternative rock? "What if she did take it though and she calle the label? But if she did I doubt they'd want her because of her shitty voice." I shrugged to myself once more lying on my bed as I slowly fall into a nice deep sleep.

Ryder's POV

"Weird." I mutter to myself finding a small business tucked right on the bottom of my front door. I slowly examine the number and the logo making me wonder how I got luck to find a record labels card mysteriously in my apartment room. "SHUT UP LOVE YOU SOUND LIKE YOUR BEATING UP SOME SLUT IN YOUR LIVING ROOM!" I say shouting at the noise of constant rambling from her mouth. Of course I'm going to want to call at a time where it doesn't sound like my neigbour is going through a major orgasm right? I stopped my tracks to the balcony overlooking the beautiful view of Los Angeles.

Sorry for the bad chapter D:  and I'm telling you now that Ryder won't have many POV's in this story.