13. In the arms of the door
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"That is Ryder?" I asked, narrowing my eyes in the dark.
"He looks.." I couldn't get the exact words to describe him.
"Rich? That he is."
"Ah."
"Hey cupcake" he winked as he kissed her.
"This is Elizabeth, Liz meet Ryder" she introduced and I smiled.
"Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too."
"You look fabulous" he smirked, grabbing her butt, making her squeal.
Not with happiness.
I hid the scowl. "Let's go in" I smiled and Phoebe nodded, looking thankful.
I don't have a good feeling about this guy. You know you get the feeling that you don't like someone even without you knowing them, this guy is like that.
Something doesn't seem right about him.
"Liz" he turned with smirk. I looked at Phoebe who was moving through the crowd thinking Ryder was listening to what she was telling.
"Elizabeth" I corrected.
"Bets" he smirked.
Oh I hate him.
"Why don't you come with me, we could hang out you know. Let Phoebe have some time to herself" he suggested.
"Phoebe" I yelled, hoping she could hear me with the loud music in the background.
She turned around with a smile. "I was telling Elizabeth to give us some alone time" Ryder smirked, kissing her.
I am going to kill him if he touches her again. She looks so freaking uncomfortable.
Is he blind? It doesn't take a genius to know that he was using her.
"Phoebe" I called and she looked at me. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" I smiled politely.
"I said we want to be alone. Take a hint" Ryder growled. Phoebe looked taken aback. "I love you too much to let you out of my sight cupcake."
What a load of bullshit!
"He's playing you." I know it's probably not the best way to have told her, but I don't think I would have gotten a chance to tell her, with the way he was acting.
She looked at Ryder and he shook his head slowly, scowling at me.
"Did you tell her I was rich? She was asking about my family business and started to fawn all over me. She is just angry that I told her I truly love you."
"What the actual hell?" I growled.
"He is lying Phoebe. Why would I do that? You know he is touching you even though he knows you don't like it" I reasoned.
I know this is not how I intended it to go but she has to know. He's a player. He is freaking using her.
"Ryder" she looked broken. I couldn't see her like that. I went over and gave her a hug.
I was pushed back and I fell on my butt. "Stay away from my girl and me" Ryder pulled a shocked Phoebe away.
"Are you okay?" someone helped me up and I thanked him, sprinting after them.
"Phoebe" I called again. She doesn't deserve this.
"Let me go Ryder" she was yelling.
"Enough."
He growled, hauling her by the hair, tight against him as he gripped her waist.
She gasped as she cried, thrashing around.
I patted his shoulder and he turned to me.
I kicked him. Just right where he deserved. He fell down to the ground, howling in pain and I pulled Phoebe away from him.
"Are you okay?" I asked and she shook her head slowly.
"It all happened so fast" I muttered as we sat on the first couch that we saw.
"It is a lot to take in" she whimpered. I looked at her bruised forearms.
"That's going to be become blue" I said.
"Likely" she chuckled.
I am glad she didn't take it the wrong way. I am truly moved at how much trust and faith she had in me.
"I am not going to ruin my first time at a club because of him" she stood up, wiping her tears. "The make up is totally ruined, isn't it?"
I smiled. I shook my head and we headed to the dance floor. "It was long overdue, I have had enough with him really" she shrugged when I asked her if she was okay.
"Drink?" she asked and I shook my head. "My brother wouldn't appreciate it" I chuckled.
"You aren't going to your brother's place. We are going back to the Miller's, remember?" she smiled hopefully.
I could see the pain that she tried to hide. I just hugged her for a moment and she sniffled, moving back slowly.
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"Call the taxi" Phoebe laughed and I nodded, trying to stop the taxi. This is so wierd. The world is dancing along with me.
"Taa.." I whined.
"Taxi" I yelled. Luckily he stopped. I laughed as I pulled open the door.
"Can I.. I want to sit in this very car" I laughed as tugged Phoebe inside.
I think the taxi guy is asking me where we had to go.
"You tell me" I laughed, hitting him on the shoulder.
"This is what happens when some drunk people come over" he mumbled something along those lines.
"Take me to.. Eiffel tower?" I smiled brightly.
"Can you get down?" he asked.
"You manner less man" I cried. I find it fascinating that I can cry whenever I want to.
"No no. Don't have to cry now" he cooed.
"Okay" I sniffled.
"You know what? I hate Ryder. I love hating Ryder. He tried to push away Liz. He did actually" she hugged me and we pouted, holding each other close.
"Where can I drop you girls?" he asked, sweet isn't it?
"Miller's mansion."
He seemed relieved.
"How did you not trust Ryder?" I looked at Phoebe. Okay wow. I think she is growing wings. I can see them.
But I think she will freak out if I tell her that. She does look like an angel.
An angel with funny make up, I think.
"I got hella angry on him for pushing you and making you fall."
"Hella" I repeated, giggling.
I nodded, my butt still hurts.
"Then.." she paused for a moment, tapping her forehead.
"Yeah! I told him" she started laughing.
Hey! Why am I not laughing? I will too. I joined her and we laughed hard.
"I told him that he was no gentleman to treat you like that and he started to try to touch me. I did not like it, what he did."
I blinked. It made sense. She is so drunk that she is not able to form sentences properly.
But I am not to going to do anything that sort of. My English is perfectly well and me wants to go home.
"Shh!" I hissed as a shaky hand was all over me. Oops. I meant to say that a hand was shaking me.
Silly me. I usually don't drink you see. Bare with my English for a while. Though I think me is sobering up. Very much.
"Liz" he groaned. Who is this? I slowly blinked open my eyes to find who? Tell me. Tell me now!
Who calls me Liz with that annoying accent and who do I hate the most at the moment? Tell me now. I want to know if you are reading my writing attentively.
Who was the guy s***h girl who stole my chocolate and I had to fight myself a battle for it. I fought myself.
I didn't fight myself but I fought another living being all by myself.
Yep! That is correct. You are a genius I tell you. Make my headache go. Please. It hurts.
Your headache hurts?
I don't have time to deal with you brain! I can't see that great right now.
I inhaled the scent from the thing I clung to. Heavenly. I am moving! Slowly. Up and up. Someone is carrying me. To a room. And I am drunk.
No no no. Where is Adrian when I need him the most?!
Oops. I forgot. This is Adrian. I sighed as I put my hands around him and buried my face in his neck.
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