Is it because I have never been in the same room as a guy?My father never allowed me to have any friends and has always been watching me and whenever some people talked to me back in my high school, he was already aware of it by the time I get back home. I never got the chance to tell him that I wasn’t the one who initiated the talk and that people was embarrassed to be seen with me. Only new students, who did not know that I wasn’t the person they should be approaching, stopped to talk to me or even spared me a glance. I never spoke back though. I was supposed to be mute. My father never gave me a chance to explain. He only shouted at me with his punches.So, having a relationship or even befriending a guy was just out of question. I never really thought of befriending one. I was scared of what my father would have done to the guy even if someone would have been interested with me. I knew no one really saw me as girlfriend material back at my high school

Ryder’s point of view:I mentally cussed at myself for forgetting the reason why I came upstairs in the first place. I needed to apologize to her for my comment last night, my behavior this morning and for making her wounded right wrist worst.I squeezed my eyes tightly shut before opening my mouth.“Look, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what I said last night. I’m sorry about my harsh behavior this morning and I’m sorry about this.” I apologized before I could have had a change of mind.After asking for forgiveness, I let out a breath that I had been holding in. I hesitated before eventually looking up.She pulled her right hand away. I let her hand slip away from my hold.“I-It’s o-okay.” She stuttered out cautiously as she glanced up.Our eyes met. I gulped. I couldn’t look away. She has the most beautiful electrifying blue eyes I had ever seen. Her drenche

I have a hard time believing that Ryder isn’t what he pretends to be yet; I did not want to misjudge him for I have been wrongly judged my whole life by other people. I can’t misjudge someone else. I can’t become those people who simply judge someone based on what they see. I need to know Ryder before making any judgment about him. Yet, I was not ready to approach him. I felt insecure. I don’t know why but I felt like I wanted Ryder to have a good impression of me.Judging from his rigid back, I believe I just made the best impression already. He must have heard my conversation and I really hope that he wouldn’t be angry at me. Anyone else in his place would feel bad hearing me badmouthing them while staying with them in their own house. I bit my lower lip as I thought of how stupid I acted by complaining about him to Jason.Ryder’s point of view:What the hell? Yes, I am a stranger but come on; we haven&rsquo

I really hope everything is okay with her. I sat down on one of the chairs aligning the wall, my eyes fixed on the closed door of the room where I had left Lea. The doctor was inspecting her right now. It was already six o’clock in the evening. My right leg bounced as I waited. I would always do this whenever I feel impatient. After five minutes of trying to sit still, I stood back up. Why was it taking so long? I thought as I glanced at the door while walking to and fro outside the room.A scream from inside stopped me in dead in my tracks.Without thinking, I burst inside the room to find Lea struggling against the two nurses trying to hold her to the bed.“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice raising an octave.“Who allowed you in? You need to step out.” The doctor warned me.Before I could refute him, Lea intervened.“Ryder!” She screamed my name painfully.Seeing her relaxed posture, th

Shelly still looked pretty worn out with dark circles under her eyes. All of us couldn’t sleep well this past week. We thought that we would have lost our brother. He was pretty messed up after the fight with Aiden and his father. He was on the verge of losing his life. He took three bullets trying to save Shelly from them.He did not accept defeat though. Not then and not when we reached the hospital as well. He had lost consciousness and a lot of blood but he fought for his life. He had slipped in a coma for six days before waking up yesterday morning.When we heard about the coma, Connor and Alex were enraged at Aiden and his gang. They wanted to go fight their gang. Jake and I had to stop them. I was furious too but if one of us hadn’t acted rationally, maybe today, not one but more would have been injured.I was just worried about Nick coming back. That bastard managed to escape the police. I don’t get how. Max had battered him to death bu