Thirteen's POV
Ryder lets out a groan of frustration and annoyance.
"Could she take any longer?!" He shouts angrily, throwing his hands up in the air dramatically. "Seriously, what is it with girls and talking so damn long to get ready?"
I hide my smile so he can't see it. "She's only taking this long to piss you off. Usually, she's ready in less than five minutes."
Ryder grumbles a string of curses under his breath. "I swear I'll leave her here. Actually, better yet, I'll hit her with the car and kill her. She did say she'd rather die than go with me."
I shake my head and smile. I bump him with my shoulder and he glares at me...or I'm assuming he's glaring. He's wearing my sunglasses again.
"This is your fault." He says, beginning to bang the back of his head repeatedly into the ca
