11. We are Dancing

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 cool. "I don't know, maybe I just feel like being a good date tonight."

Ivy raises an eyebrow at me, clearly not buying it. "Okay...well, I don't believe you. I think you are up to something. Maybe planning re