Ryder & Ryder |on hold|

Chapter 10|' What the hell, Sadie?!'|

Chapter 10|' What the hell, Sadie?!'|

  "Are you ready?" I looked at Sadie.

  She shook her head. "I am so terrified I might wet my pants. Maybe this isn't a good idea."

  "No way," I protested. "You can't back out now. Come on, the games about to start."

  We tiptoed towards the field with a video recorder held in front of both our faces. I stopped and hid behind a set of bushes facing the game. It would probably look a little weird; seeing two blonde girls– one dressed in a dark green crop top with black shorts and the other in a black crop top with camouflage colored skinny jeans. Both girls wearing  John Deer camouflage caps. I think you know which outfit Sadie was donned in.

  The guys were starting their game, so I turned to Sadie. "Okay," I whispered. "We are taping the whole game. No disruptions. No distractions."

  She nodded. "No disruptions. No distractions." She said to herself.

  For the next half an hour, we sat cross legged behind the bushes, recording every second of the game. It was actually pretty interesting. Especially since, they had skins on one team and shirts on another– Ryder had one smoking body. Yes, I enjoyed the view.

  Sadie nudged me around the beginning of the fourth quarter. "I think we've got enough, let's leave."

  I didn't want to leave. "But its getting good." I protested.

  She bared her teeth which had me recoiling for a second. "Its not going to be good when we get caught and don't think for a second that I am going to share the blame."

  I scoffed, "If I recall, I heard you saying, and I quote–" I relayed in a high pitched voice, "Oh nothing has happened in a while and I'm so bored. Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch."

She narrowed her eyes at me. "And I also know the reason you wanted to come." She spoke in a squeaky voice, "Oh Ryder, I think you are so handsome. But I won't tell you because I'm too much of a pansy."

  We were too busy arguing that we hadn't noticed everyone stop playing and look over at us.

  "I do not have a crush on him!" I squealed. "That's so gross!"

  "Oh Ry," A new voice said. "I thought we had something real."

  My eyes widened along with Sadie's and we slowly tilted our heads up to see a sweaty Ryder with his arms crossed.

  The next thing I know, Sadie's jumping up and running away. "You're on your own!" She shouted over her shoulder.

  My mouth dropped in shock. "What the hell, Sadie?!"

  "Sorry!" I heard her voice echo.

  I huffed and looked back at Ryder. "So," I said nervously, rocking on the balls of my feet, acting like I wasn't just video taping him. "Watcha doin'?"

  "Oh nothing much." He played along. "I was just playing some football when I heard some crazy stalkers talking about crushes. One of them ran away. Do you know where the other one is?"

  "Nope. You should try calling 411, Sadie says they have all the answers these days."

  He laughed sarcastically, then scowled. "What are you up to, Holloway?" He asked suspiciously.