Trapped with HIM

Trying to Hate HIM

//AN// Hello everyone! I reread the other chapter today, the first thig I see is- "Merry Christmas!!" and that was about a year ago... *hides* Heh... Sorry. ^^" I'm gonna start this chapter in Ryder's point of view. Because it amuses me writing from his point of view. Alright, here I go!

After about fifteen minutes, Makayla came back into our clearing silently, her sketchbook tucked under one arm. She sat down against a tree and stared into space, and an awkward silence filled the air.

"So... uh... did you draw something?" I asked, trying to fill the silence.

Makayla nodded without looking at me.

"Could I see what you drew?"

Makayla turned and studied my face for a few seconds before flipping open her book and showing me a picture of an orange and black bird with berries in its beak sitting on a twig.

"I like it," I commented, and Makayla nodded.

"Thanks..." she mumbled, shoving her sketch book into one of Phyllis's backpacks.

Have you ever gotten that feeling when everything is silence that every breath you take is about as loud as a fire engine, and you're almost afraid to speak? Well that was right now.

We were obviously friends now, so just hugging was okay, of course. We were being ridiculous. It wasn't like we had just kissed. But less than a week ago, I had been throwing things at her from the back of the classroom. However none of these facts were breaking the silence, so they were all useless.

"We should probably... Um... Get moving today. Forward. To get my sister..." I said after a while, digging the toe of my shoe in the dirt.

"Yeah, um... That sounds good." 

The whole 'letting the events leave my mind' thing wasn't exactly working for me at this point.

"Alright, pack up, get moving!" she barked after about thirty seconds of more silence. "I thought we were going to get your sister. Get up," she began packing up her things, glaring at the cupcake I had ripped off a piece of. "Birthday cupcakes don't work when you eat them instead of letting the person you're giving them to eat them," she deadpanned. "Did you tear the piece, or bite it off and contaminate my food?"

Her sudden bitterness threw me off. She hadn't been acting like this earlier. "I tore it," I answered slowly. 

"Good," she tore a bite out of the cupcake, and I stared her.

"What's wro-" I was instantly cut off. 

"Why does something have to be wrong for me to not want to eat a cupcake you already took a bit out of?" she snapped. "Just get ready to go."

//Mini AN// POV CHANGE

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I wasn't going to let Ryder get on a hugging basis with me. That was the only way to fix this-- I just had to make him hate me. 

Ryder, being Ryder, quickly stopped staring at me blankly and went on the offensive. "Oh, shut up. It's my sister, you don't have any reason to throw a tantrum," he growled.

"If its 'your sister' then why are you dawdling? Move!" I threw one of the back packs at him, and he caught it and slung it over his shoulder.

"Shut your mouth," he hissed, stomping away. 

My plan was working. The problem was, there was a huge part of me that didn't want it to.

//AN// THERE. It's DONE. Isn't it great~? Well then, this marks the beginning of my long string of editing, so you'll all have to hold on a while!!!