Not All Girls Fall For Ryder

So I lived in a stereo typical high school... Like every high school

We had our Jocks, Cheerleaders, Nerds, anti social, The plastics( thank you means girls), bad boys, the smokies, the bakers, the teachers pet. You name it we have it.
I well I didn't fit into a category which lead me to believe that I was like tris and I was divergent and one day I would conquer the world. Wrong.
In the beginning of the year I was assigned to bad ass Ryder Coast as the father of my baby alive doll. We really didn't talk, barley said hi, always avoid eye contact, but I mean whatever.
So stupid me decided to go along to one of his parties and well let's just say I made and itty bitty mistake... Whoops?
So now I have to go through hell and back to get these annoying rumors off me and clingy slut named Vanessa too, and if you think Ryder is any help think of Patrick and you'd see why this is such a problem.
But what I didn't expect was to back done from my own words

Not All Girls Fall For Ryder