I can home to a silent house. Dropping my bag on my bedroom floor I went to my computer. I held my breath while I signed on to Facebook, praying I could avoid the awkward conversation. Of course he happened to be on. Before I can sign off he started talking to me.
Ryder: I saw you today.
Me: I know.
Ryder: Do you always drop your books?
Me: Yeah. I’m a huge klutz.
Ryder: So Jason says you have something to tell me. What might that something be?
I stared at the computer. Trying to figure out how to say it. I took a deep breath and hit enter.
Me: Um you are really good looking.
Ryder: Your joking right?
Me: No. Why would I be joking?
Ryder: Because I’m not good looking.
Me: Have you looked in the mirror?
Ryder: Yes.
Me: You’re good looking.
Ryder: No.
Me: Yes, and that’s final!
Ryder: Fine. You’re good looking too, but you must already know that.
Me: You think I’m good looking?
Ryder: Yes.
Me: Bruises and all?
Ryder: Bruises and all.
Me: You really think so?
Ryder: Yuppers.
Me: Is that even a word?
Ryder: It’s my word.
I glanced at the time and realized I had homework to do. I really didn’t want to stop talking to him, but I forced myself to say bye.
Me: I have to go do homework bye.
Ryder: Bye.
Doing my homework was more difficult than it should have been. My thoughts kept drifting to him. In an attempt to get him off my mind I took a shower and got ready for bed.
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If I'm Not Safe In My Own Home Where Am I Safe?
Teen FictionFriday as always felt alone. Even with friends she trust no one. It's hard for her to trust people when her mom beats her and her dad is in an out of rehab. Then she meets a boy and the walls she's built come tumbling down.
