You're Not Enough

Chapter 72

"Jayda, right?" The wet girl says.

"Uh yeah." My eyes flash to the door number, making sure that I'm at the right room. I am, this is room 423, maybe he told me the wrong number, nope, I'm wrong. A tall shirtless figure comes out of the bathroom. He walks up right behind her and takes the door out of her hands. He doesn't say anything. He just stares at me intensely. My eyes lock onto his.

Katherine looks at him and then back at me. "Well, I'm going to go get dressed."

"Yeah, you go do that," my subconscious says as she walks away.

"I can come back," I tell him.

"No." He opens the door wider, gesturing for me to come in. I hesitate but then walk into the room; my eyes scan the whole place, from the ceiling to the floor. The bed is all messed up. Covers are hanging off, touching the floor. I look beside the bed and notice a blue purse on the nightstand, my eyes move to the floor, and there's a pink lace bra lying there. I guess soon she'll realize its out there.

I pull a black chair out from under the desk and take a seat, placing my folder onto the desk. I then pull out my phone, pretending to do something.

I'm trying my best not to look at Ryder, not at his body but his tattoos. I'm intrigued by all of them; I wonder what they mean; they aren't designs—their symbols. I don't know what they mean. I think back to the figure I saw on Caleb. I didn't know what his meant either.

It's funny, really, that Ryder has tattoos; his parents are so elegant and... fancy. And Ryder is so—not. He sits on the end of the bed and pulls out his phone also. He is texting someone, probably Ashely.

"I have a question," I say, allowing my curiosity to take over.

He blows his breath angrily.

I ignore him and continue. "Why did you get it?"

"Get what?" He growls, still looking at his phone.

"The tattoos." He looks up at me and shrugs his shoulders. "There has to be a reason."

"There isn't." He says sternly.

I sigh. "Ok." I start to spin around in the chair.

"I did it to piss my parents off." He says. I stop the chair from spinning and look at him.

"Why?" I ask.

"There's no why. I just did it because I knew they would be mad. " He snarls. He gets up off the bed, walks over to the dresser, pulls out a blue shirt, and pulls it over his head.

"There has to be a reason; you wanted to make them mad. Why?"

"There you go again." He rolls his eyes. "You're thinking too deeply into things when there's nothing to it. I wanted to make them mad; that's it."

"Oh."

He walks away from the dresser and towards me; I feel my heart stop, and for some reason, I hold my breath. He reaches behind me and grabs my folder off the desk. I stand up, trying to get it from him. He raises it above his head. "Ryder, give it back."

"No," he says, "I want to read it." a small smile grows on his face. I've never seen him smile before, at least not like this; this seems... real, it's nice.

"Well, I don't want you to." I reach up again, trying to grab it from him. Our bodies touch one another; I feel a fiery burn on my chest as it touches against his lower waist.

"Why not?" he narrows his eyes at me.

"It's private." I look up at the folder that's still high in the air.