Unpredictable • cth

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El-
Could you possible guess where I am.

Yup.

I am standing outside some random persons party, calling Ryder like a crazy person.

I finally give up, making my way inside, pushing past people left and right, occasionally asking if they have seen him.

The answer is always no or he was just here. They are all either drunk or stoned. Every single one of them.

Ryder doesn't drink unless it's bad, I think.

That's what Caleb used to tell me, but they go to parties all the time together so who genuinely knows.

"Ella! Baby!" mhm there he is.

I can feel his arm snakes around my waist, pulling me in from behind. My back is now resting against his chest, his fingers looped around my belt loop, and his lips hanging close to my lips.

"I missed you." gently placing a kiss on my lower jaw.

"Mhm." I was trying to get out of his arms, so I could take him home. I wasn't doing a good job.

"You don't wanna cuddle?" His voice now soft like a child.

"In the middle of a strangers house, where everyone is drunk or high no not particularly." I snapped, still trying to get out of his grip.

"Ella. Come on." He was not whining like a 5 year old, but finally let me go.

I grabbed his drink out of his hands, tossing in the trash. His face looked as if I ran over petunia but he got over it quickly.

"Your wearing my hoodie." He stated, very happily.

"Your wearing my ring?" I asked puzzled.

I couldn't find my rose ring anywhere, now I see it on his pinky.

His face turned so pink.

It had been missing for at least a year, so he was genuinely caught red handed.

"Come on Ry let's go."

He followed me like a lost puppy to the car, his finger wrapped around my hand, trailing behind, saying bye to everyone.

"Get in." I mumbled when I got to my car.

"Nicer Ella." He mocked.

My dad always would say that when I was upset because he knew it made me even angrier.

"Get in. Please." I flashed a forced smile before watching him climb into my car.

I had a Range Rover, which sounds as bougie as it is. We all have fancy cars, but my dad gave it to me when he got his new car.

So technically it's a used car. My dads used car.

I climbed in after him, leaning over to buckle him in.

"El, you getting awful close." Ryders voice was dangerously low. God I hated him.

"Your drunk."

"Well I know just how you can sober me up." He was looking at me, then glancing down.

"No."

"No?"

"No. Your drunk."

"Ella. Come on. We should finally-"

I interrupted him. "No we shouldn't. Not in my car, not here, not when your drunk."

He's never ever like this, always super respectful. But i've never been with him when he's drunk, now i never really want to again.