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Chapter 7 - Driver's Test Part One

Chapter 7 ー Driver's Test Part One

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⇨Ryder's POV⇦

"You're what?" Kyle growls, flinging his arms up into the air as if he doesn't believe a word that is coming out of my mouth. When he puts his arms up, this results in him knocking over his beer and causing it to spill everywhere. On his shoes, his lap, his shirt; but most importantly ー my mom's newest obsession; the carpet she just purchased from Ikea. You see ー she's been bragging about her new prized possession 24/7, and the fact that Kyle just ruined it... is going to make her flip the fuck out.

But he just completely ignores the big issue here ー and continues to slam his hands down on my living room coffee table over dramatically while shouting rude profanities in my direction. "You're so fucking unbelievable. How can you stroll over to Alex's house ever so casually and have a friendly conversation with him? Do you even remember, Ryder? Or do I have to refresh your memory? He completely went against us and took Emma's side, when we've been the best of friends for as long as I can remember. I mean ー how fucked up is that?" he continues to go on and on, cutting me off whenever I try to get a word out, "If I ever see him again, I'll snap that scrawny neck of his. You better hold me back the next time we see him because I swear to god Ryder, I'll go full on commando on his sorry ass."

I finally snap him back into reality by stomping on his foot multiple times, making him huff out in pain. "What the hell was that for, huh?" he says to me in an annoyed manner.

"That's for having a hissy fit for about five minutes straight. Stop being a drama queen and get your shit together. Now, did you not hear me the first time? Yes, Kyle. I'm going to Alex's house to talk to him about the next prank idea, whether you like it or not. Too bad buddy, I'm going," I say, finally standing my ground.

"Watch your back, Gold. I might take Emma's side next time," He says mischievously as I scoff and slam the front door in his face.

Yeah, right. I shake my head at the thought of my best friend ー especially someone like Kyle Smith, the nicest and sweetest person that's been there for me in my darkest of times, bailing on me for a project which I genuinely enjoy... and he knows that I enjoy it. I mean, I understand him abandoning me for a girl. It's happened plenty of times. Whenever we've got something planned ー whether it's to go to the gym or to some random bar; he pretty much always flakes out on me to go hook up with a girl. I mean, who do you think he is? He's the mighty and grand Kyle Smith ー breaking girls hearts left and right and having a new mysterious girlfriend every week. It's a reputation he has to maintain ー and he'll do anything to keep it. Otherwise than that, I just can't fathom him taking Emma's side. He can't do it, and I know he won't.

I walk down the narrow path leading to the Corrie house with many thoughts swarming my head. Maybe I'm just overreacting about the possibility of Kyle taking Emma's side. After all, they're just some stupid pranks on some stupid girl; nothing significant. But the real question is: why do I even like doing these pranks? Do I... maybe... like her? Has Emma grown on me?

"Shut the fuck up! Stop thinking these things!" I scream, ー maybe a little too loudly as I hit my head with my hands; as if these silly thoughts will vanish just by a little tap on the head. This earns me a strange look from the few pedestrians minding their own business along the streets of Alex's calm neighborhood. Great, Ryder! You made it seem like you're some insane teenager that belongs in the nut house! Way to go!

"Haha..." I laugh awkwardly, desperate to get out of this horrible situation, "..sorry, sorry. There is absolutely nothing to see here! I'm just going to go." I start backing away slowly, mentally thanking god that I might get out of this scene in one piece.