The coaches daughter

*Chapter Seven*

"Okay thanks" I said to Ryder's mom who's last name I found out was West.

She said he wasn't home and he went out.

This was all my fault if I would have just explained to him that Zayn was a friend...

Where could he be? Maybe Lyla knew.

I knew I was going to swallow my hatred for Lyla and ask her because this was for Ryder who has done nothing but be a friend to me since the second I met him.

I sighed in defeat as I knocked on Lylas door.

She opened it and gave me a look of hatred.

"Lyla I'm so sorry for acting like I like Ryder" I said sweetly.

She scoffed "What do you want?"

"I uh..do you know where Ryder is?" I asked expecting her to slam the door in my face.

"Yes and I'll tell you" she said and smiled Devilishly. "For a price"

"What do you want?" I sighed.

"A date with Liam" she smiled a genuine smile.

"Liam?" I questioned.

She sighed like and uh type of sigh.
"Liam Paine" she said like its obvious.

I stared at her puzzled.

"Just talk to Zayn!" She said.

"Fine I'll get you a date with this Liam guy now tell me where Ryder is." I demanded.

"Oh..uh..you checked his house?" She asked stupidly.

"Uh!" I screamed stomping down the stairs and on to the front porch.

My dad and Joyce were back by the way.

I sat on the porch swing and waited for Ryder to come home.

His car was in the drive way so he must have walked.

I sat there for an hour staring at the road and it was getting dark.

Finally I saw Ryder's frame walking up the road and I slowly stood up.

I walked well jogged towards him.

"Go away" he growled looking down. I briefly saw a bruise on his chin.

"Ryder what are you so mad about?" I asked concerned but he walked past me on to his front porch.

"Like you don't know" He mumbled reaching for the door handle.

"Stop" I said grabbing his wrist.

He paused for a moment before jerking away from me.

"No I'm not letting you walk away again" I said putting my back to the door.

He looked down he wouldn't look at me.

"Why won't you look at me?" I said tilting his chin up. There was a bruise on his jaw line and his lip was busted.

"What happened?" I said placing a hand on his cheek.

"It's none of your business" he spat.

"What did I even do?" I asked growing angry

He stayed silent.

"What did Lyla say to you?" I asked closing the space in between us.

He still said nothing.

"Ryder?" I said softly.

"You could've told me you had a boyfriend" he said equally as soft.