Keeping the Bad Boy

Chapter 30

"Oh my God, my baby brother is all grown up. Going on his very first real date," Ryder says, raising a can of Pepsi to his lips. "Not my first," I say, looking through my closet for my favorite Green Day t-shirt. "Dude, okay, you have never ever been to the movies with a girl. Nor have you ever taken a girl to dinner. It's your first real date. And that one chick you dated doesn't count." I turn around and throw up my arms. I raise my eyebrows and open my mouth as Ryder smiles from the edge of my bed. "Why?! Why doesn't she count?" I shout playfully. "A, she was a total whore. B, you slapped her so she doesn't count as a true girlfriend if you needed to slap her." Slowly, I put my arms down and my smile fades. "Don't say that. I shouldn't have hit her. I regret ever doing it." "Well, you shouldn't, Sam. She had punched you in the face. What did she expect? Roses? I don't think so, Sam." I shake my head and turn back to keep digging through my closet. My cell phone rings and I jump to answer it, but Ryder picks it up. "Hello, Courtney. How are you on this fine night?" I can't hear her response, but I reach to take the phone from him and he yanks it away from me. "That's cool. Oh, I'm doing fine, watching Sam panic because he can't find a Green Day shirt. What are you going to wear?" I gave up trying to get the phone back from him and just went back to looking for the shirt. I finally found it in my dresser drawer, from where Jamie borrowed it probably. "Okay, I'll tell him. Okay, bye," Ryder hangs up the phone as I pull on my leather jacket. "She said she would be about ten minutes late because she was having the same problem as you. She said she couldn't find her favorite 5 Seconds of Summer shirt or her Batman Converse. I swear, you two are exactly the same." I snatch motorcycle keys from my nightstand and my phone from Ryder and walk out the door.