You're Not Enough

Chapter 65

"Jayda," I say, greeting her back. Everyone's eyes look up; I forgot Ryder was behind me. Guess this is where I introduce him.

"This is Ryder, my... my parent's friend's son," I tell them.

Everyone stares at me strangely. Katherine continues staring at Ryder, looking him up and down.

"Well, that's a very descriptive way to introduce someone." Alexander jokes.

"So, what did you think about the play?" The dark skin boy who played Raoul asks.

"It was long," Ryder answers before me.

"Long?" Katherine narrows her eyes at him.

"Don't mind him; he's a jock. They have short attention spans." I say. Everyone laughs at my comment. Ryder presses his lips together in anger, I wait for him to say something back, but he doesn't.

"Did you like it?" Alexander asks me.

"I--"

"Oh, she loved it." Ryder cuts me off. "She loved it so much that she couldn't take--"

Without thinking, I elbow Ryder in the gut. He hunches over. Everyone looks at me. "It was great," I say,

"Where are you guys staying?" Alexander asks.

"The Roosevelt hotel."

"Nice," Katherine says. "I have an event there tomorrow night. Maybe I'll run into you guys," she says, not looking at me but up at Ryder. He's not looking at her through; his eyes are still on me.

Alexander notices it, too; he looks at her and then at me. "Well, we have to run. It was really nice meeting you, Ryder, and Jayda. It was nice to see you again," he says. "Maybe I'll see you again before you go."

"Maybe," I say softly. He and his friends walk past us and out of the room.

Evelyn and my mother are walking over to us from across the room. They are walking closer to us. "Was that the Violinist?" My mother asks me.

"Yeah."

"Wasn't he the boy on the plane?" She connects the dots.

"Mhm," I say.

"Alexander Jacob Harris," Evelyn says. "He's a musical prodigy."

My mother gasps. "Really?!"

"Yup, he's been playing the violin since he was six. Over the years, he has expanded his musical abilities with different instruments. He can now play up to twenty-four instruments, and he's only nineteen, well twenty he turned twenty, two weeks ago. He really is a nice young man, someone you should definitely be friends with." she says, looking at me.

I blush

Ryder smacks his teeth at his mother's words; he turns around and walks out of the room. Evelyn looks like she wants to go after him, but she doesn't. There is now an awkward silence between us. "So, are you guys ready?" I ask, trying to start the conversation back up.

"Well, it's already eleven. Your father and Josiah have seemed to turn a small dinner into a huge one. I don't think you would enjoy it. We can arrange for the limo to drop you and Ryder back off at the hotel." Evelyn says to me.

"Uhhh, sure," I say.

" I can come back with you." My mother offers.

"No, no, it's fine. I'm just going to go to sleep when I get in."

"Ok, well, go say goodbye to your father." My mother instructs.

"Alright." I turn away from them and then walk over to my father, who is standing around with a group of men. "Dad?" I tap him on the shoulder.