Ryder
Ivy grabs the sleeve of my shirt as I try to get out of the car. "What?" I bark.
"Um...maybe this is a bad idea," she chuckles nervously.
"What's a bad idea? Going to a party?" I arch my brows.
"Going as your date, I mean."
I smirk at her. "What? Chickening out already?"
Ivy rolls her eyes. "No, it's just...I don't know."
I reach out and tug at her braid. "No need to be nervous. I promise not to be too mean to you tonight. I'll even act like I'm into you," I say, surprised by my own words. I don't know why, but I feel protective over her tonight.
Maybe it's because she looks so stunning in her little red dress, or maybe it's because I don't want anyone than me to be rude to her.
"Really? Why are you being nice to me all of a sudden?" Ivy asks me.
I shrug, trying to play it
