Ryder & Ryder |on hold|

Chapter 11|'You are so gullible'|

Chapter 11|'You are so gullible'|

"Dad," I said hesitantly. "What are you doing?"

He looked straight at me. "Why I'm shooting him, of course." He said in a 'duh' tone.

"What?" Ryder squealed. I had to hide my laugh and started choking. I mean come on, Ryder squealing is like a once in a lifetime thing to see.

I stopped choking as soon as Dad clicked the safety and aimed the gun at Ryder. "Dad! Stop! What are you doing?"

When he didn't answer me, I started sprinting towards Ryder. I was almost a foot away when a loud pop was heard throughout the yard and Ryder was falling to the ground. I glanced at the weapon, but thought nothing of the little nerf symbol.

Oh my god.

I stopped running and jumped back as I put my hands over my mouth, eyes brimming with unshed tears. I didn't know what to do. I just kept muttering, 'Oh my god', over and over.

I looked at my father in horror. "What did you just do?" I cried, running to where Ryder was strewn on the ground. I put his head in my lap.

"I- I'm so sorry," I said shakily.

"Hey Ryder," he said breathlessly. "You... You..." His eyes closing.

"What?" I whispered hurriedly. "Ryder?"

He pulled my head down towards his mouth and whispered in my ear, "You are so gullible."

"I'm so sor- wait what?" I leaned back a little, his head still in my lap. I glanced at my dad who was smiling. "What the hell is going on?"

Seconds after I said that, Taylor, Mitchell, Vinny, and Parker jumped out of our bushes, laughing their buts off. Ryder was standing now, slapping hands with everyone as I sat on the ground with dried tears caked on my face, dumbfounded.

It was a prank.

With that new realization, I stood up, fuming. "What's going on?" I demanded.

"Oh, come on, Ryder!" Mitchell exclaimed. "Did you really think that we wouldn't get you back for your little first day of school prank?"

"They have a point, sweetie." My dad chimed in.

I glared at Ryder. "You were in on it too. Why?"

He shrugged. "It was fun messing with you. Who wouldn't take a chance to mess with you?"

I silently fumed as he turned back around and once again started laughing. What kind if sick joke is this? How is someone getting shot funny?

You know what? I'll give him something to laugh about.

I marched over till I was right behind him and tapped his shoulder. "Wha-"

My ring studded fist collided with his face and his head snapped to the side, a hand instantly resting on his perfect jaw. The laughing ceased.

"Screw you." I spat. "Actually, screw all of you. I'm done."

With that, I ran into the house and entered my room. People in on the other side of the town could probably hear my door slam shut. I started packing a bag with one hand while flexing the one I punched Ryder with. That punch hurt.

Once I filled the Nike gym bag up to Tue brim with random clothes and the recorder, I marched myself back outside and onto the sidewalk, heading to Sadie's house.

"Don't you dare walk away!" I heard Mitchell shout. "Young lady, get back here."

I scoffed and shook my head. He couldn't possibly think that I'd actually listen to him after the shit they just pulled. Line he WS my father. At least Dad knows when to give me my space, much like now. "Ryder Holloway!" He kept on. "You are grounded!"

In response, I hiked my bag over my shoulder and turned around, walking backwards. Shooting him a challenging look, I flipped him off with both my fingers, loving the gasp all the boys made. I continued to flip them off until I turned around and still had both my middle fingers up behind me.

I didn't put my hands down until I turned the corner and disappeared from their view.

A/N:

So it was a prank. A sick, twisted, prank nonetheless. Ryder totally deserved that punch though. At least Ry H. stood up for herself. Tell me what you think!

~Nickole